Lord Nallynorth

Lord Nallynorth is an Akhelian king of fearsome repute, sovereign of the Nautilar enclave and a warlord whose name is cursed along a hundred plundered coastlines. Where some deep-aelf rulers raid only as need demands, Nallynorth has made the lightning strike into an art and an obsession, leading his soulraid fleets in ambush after ambush and vanishing back into the deep before any relief can come.

Mounted upon a savage deepmare, he strikes at the heart of every enemy host he faces, hunting the brightest souls for harvest and the mightiest champions for the glory of their fall. Among the Idoneth Deepkin he is admired and mistrusted in equal measure, for his relentless campaigns bring his enclave a wealth of stolen souls yet risk drawing the surface world's wrath down upon them all. Cold, proud, and endlessly hungry, Nallynorth rules by the same merciless logic that governs his raids: that the deepkin owe the world nothing and will take from it whatever they must to endure. When his phantom tide rolls in beneath a moonless sky, whole settlements have been emptied of life by dawn, and only the drag-marks in the sand remain to tell where the Tide-Reaver came ashore.