Sisters of the Moons

At the beginning of the second age, when the ashes of a world sundered settled on the infant body of a new world, three elder spirits came to form a coven so that their wicked will may be done. Together they are equals, assisting in each others own projects. Together they hope to restore the world to what it once was, hopeless, bleak, and violent. Their magic forms a twisted parasitic link to the phases of the moon. On each renewal of their moon they hold the power of a coven to themselves each.

Rohkol Pimpletongue
A behemoth of a hag; she is wreathed is old knobbly bark and clawing dead branches. Her knuckles are the size of chicken eggs with a grin that begets mischief or cruelty or both. She searches for the infant tiefling named Rain, who was under the protection of the Young Lions in the second age. She commands an extended 'family' of trolls and ogres in a one sided relationship. To them, she is granny, to her, they're only a means. Capturing the infant will give Rohkol the raw ingredients to contact the 9 hells and consort with the devils within, bringing horrible suffering for her own gain.

Ivdod Frost-pus
There is no one more detailed oriented in their wicked work than Ivdod. Her shin is shrunk wrapped to her lanky skeleton, with no fat only corded muscle and sinew pulled taut. Her claws tickle the earth from her deceptively vicious hands. She has been running a social experiment of sorts on a tribe of goliath high in the mountains of the Delta. She aims to maximize their suffering while they barely eke an existence in the frigid mountain tops, all without their group disbanding. She loves to see the tribes folk bicker and betray each other. To see someone be murdered for the barest scraps of clothing and food is what Ivdod really wants. She could never bear to see her hard work collapse.

Granny Silma
Likely one of the oldest living things on Veren as of the second age. Silma saw the first reset and the end of a golden age. A golden age of filth and suffering. The three eyed puppet masters who once seeped the world of hope were now a shattered shadow of what they were. The aboleth were effectively extinct, and in their wake? Pathetic tribes practicing their religions and carving and painting and loving. With her great and esoteric magic she plots to find the remains of great slain aboleth and reassert their rule. Where she cannot make progress in resurrecting the aboleth she weaves intricate magic to despoil resplendent ruins and sequester mighty and beautiful magic items. She is the gatekeeper of inspiration.

After the second age
As the ages rolled forward some members of the Sisters were predictably beheaded or burned in some way, but the undeniable power the original 3 demonstrated by linking themselves wholly to the moon proved to be too strong an incentive. In the future, the Sisters of the Moon have consistently existed, cycling members in and out as they eventually died off. Their goal remained the same, to return Veren to the state it was in during the first age; no gods, no hope, only pain and servitude.