Aftermath
The Maw of Madness
After the dust of Renewal settled, when most lay down their arms, the bravest will fight on.
Because the darkness never rests.
And someone must stand against it.
Far in the north.
Past the screaming forests.
Beyond the dead rivers.
There lies Scarra
Once a village.
Now a scar upon the world.
The mist came first.
Then the howling.
Then… the silence.
What stirs beneath Scarra does not die.
It waits.
It hungers.
It knows your name.
You will hear it.
In your sleep.
In the wind.
In the blood that isn’t yours.
This October…
the veil will tear.
The shadows will feast.
And the beasts you feared in childhood,
will wear your friend’s faces.
You will be offered power.
You will be promised survival.
You will be told to kneel.
And in that moment—
you must rise.
Not for glory.
Not for fame.
But because someone must.
Because if no one stands against the dark,
Then all fall to it.
Steel will break.
Hope will bleed.
But some will fight on -
Not to win.
But to hold the line.
To light a fire in the endless night.
To remind the world that courage still lives.
The Hunt has begun.
Let them come.
Let the dark stretch its jaws.
We will not run.
We will not kneel.
We will stand—
and they will remember our names.