THE UNHOLY LANDS

The Unholy Lands unfold beyond the limits of sanity, spreading like a dark and unfathomable wasteland on the margins of the unknown. When the world fell into despair and the bombs dropped their immortal fire on the ground, there was a place where the radiation, saturated and concentrated beyond bearing, reached such intensity that it seems to have torn the very fabric of our reality. Perhaps it opened a portal to another world beyond human comprehension, or perhaps it warped that area of our own planet into a grotesque parody of what it once was.

In this forbidden abyss, the mountains have taken on shapes that defy all logic: they rise and twist in impossible lines, melting and mutating into colossal agonizing forms that seem to pulse with an unfathomable hunger. The rocky plains undulate like the waves of a raging sea, and sometimes rise in violent spirals of stone that emerge like spears from the ground, only to collapse and be swallowed up again in an eternal, blind cycle, like a pulse beating with an alien cadence. Cracks and chasms open and close without warning, caves that exhale an antediluvian stench seem to twist and disappear in a dance that escapes human understanding, creating an environment in constant transformation, a landscape that in every second becomes more hostile, more twisted, more hungry.

And the deeper you go into these realms of madness, the more oppressive the air becomes, the more chaotic the ground beneath your feet. It is like a whirlwind pulling you into its vortex, an abyss that claims you with the primal call of a nightmarish entity. If you are fortunate (or cursed) enough to remain on the fringes of this place, perhaps you will retain a spark of life, and the shadow of your humanity, for another day. But if you succumb to the whisper of the depths, if you allow the dark whirlpool to draw you into the heart of this blasphemous region… then, rumor has it, you will cross a threshold that is not of this world. For at the very core of the Unholy Lands, a portal opens to Hell, or perhaps to something even darker and more ancient than Hades itself.

And yet, in this insane wasteland, there are signs of life. Fragments of a humanity that has been torn apart, dragged back to a savagery that predates even the first heartbeats of civilization.Tribals and cannibals, whispering prayers to forgotten gods, struggle to survive in a relentless and cruel fight.And beasts that seem to have come out of fantasy stories or more commonly, from the worst of nightmares.

In this place, where the shadows and ruins are so ancient that they seem burdened with the weight of forgotten eons, different bands of men and creatures engage in a fierce struggle. A savage war for every measly resource that can be found, for even water becomes a trophy, and the merest spark of food is defended with the fury of an army. However, it is not only hunger or thirst that drives these bands to tear each other apart in a frenzy of steel and blood, for deep in the depths of forgotten ruins, covered in moss and rubble, lie treasures of better times, relics of a world that crumbled so long ago that only their echoes remain.

Only the witches of the Night Coven know snippets of what was life in the Land That Was, whispers of an era swallowed by this cursed region, fragments of knowledge stolen from archaic times that lie in dark whispers. They hold in their twisted minds secrets that should not have survived, secrets that perhaps might bring more doom than salvation.