Thûle

It is with a heavy hand that I transcribe our world’s histories.

Ours was an age born of blood and shadow, when ravenous barbarians razed the works of civilization, enslaving the weak to their darkest desires. When cults of forgotten gods spread pestilence across once-verdant lands, all in service to the creeping will of Chaos. And now, little has changed.

Demons stalk our roads, despoiling villages and reshaping the living into grotesque trophies. The dead do not rest; they rise, whispering promises of immortality, denying the soul its rightful peace. The holiest of men preach that this is but a test of faith. Yet there is only silence. And so, we suffer, livestock to powers beyond our understanding, in this dawning Age of Chaos.

-Chaos Reborn by Brother Tancrede