Life hides from malignant stars and irradiated wastes, deep in the dark. While cosmic evils haunt the surface and the endless deeps, life clings to existence where-ever it can take hold.
Chitinous lurkers that snatch the unwary.
Most of the Surface world belongs to the Shrouded Lands; regions so blasted with blight that no human can hope to survive it.
A disease and possession, the self dissolves and dark spirits fill the void.
Big, fast and armored beasts that take everything the Surface can throw at it without slowing down.