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An Explorer’s Account of Norvostra, in the Second Year of the Rotmire Blight To those who would tread the lands of Norvostra, know this: you walk upon a dying land. The Rotmire Blight has choked its breath, and now, only the desperate and the damned remain....

Faulmoor is a land steeped in sorrow, where the weight of the Rotmire Blight presses against the hearts of its people as surely as the thick fog that clings to its marshes. The air is heavy with decay, carrying the scent of damp earth, stagnant water, and so...

First Entry, Field Notes on the Rotmire Blight By Doctor Kyra Sheer, Physician of House ValkenmarFirst Year of the Rotmire Blight I have spent the past two years in the afflicted lands of Faulmoor, studying the plague that has come to be known as the Rotmire...

"The Black Thorne Strikes Deep." House Wilthorne is a lineage entwined with the very roots of Ebonmoor, its history steeped in superstition, ambition, and an unshakable will to endure. Unlike the martial bloodlines of Valkenmar, who built their name upon conq...

"By Mire and Might." For centuries, House Harrowden was regarded as an afterthought in Faulmoor’s politics, a noble house in title but little else. Their domain, Fenmire, was a vast expanse of murky swamps, treacherous bogs, and isolated islands, largely deem...

"Steel and Sacrifice." House Valkenmar, once a powerful and prosperous noble house, stands as a shadow of its former self in the wake of the Rotmire Blight. Their capital, Valkenheim, a sprawling city nestled at the heart of Faulmoor, was once a symbol of str...

The Walled Grave Steel and sacrifice—this is the way of Valkenmar. And today, you will give what must be given. These walls are not built in cruelty, but in necessity. They do not rise to punish, but to protect. If you suffer within them, know that your pai...

The Half-Built Bastion Ashenmoor is already lost—they simply refuse to see it. They are not survivors; they are the dying, clinging to the illusion of life. To send men to them is not a rescue, it is an invitation to join them in their slow death. The Bligh...

The Smuggler’s Haven In Greymire, you can buy anything—stolen grain, a name that ain’t yours, a dagger meant for a friend’s back. Gold still changes hands, but silver? Silver’s worth more than life. You don’t spend it here, you guard it, ‘cause the moment s...

Steel and Suffering I came here hoping for safety, but all I found was more death. The enforcers don’t see us as people—just a burden. They say Ebonmoor is safe, but none of us will ever get past that cursed gate. I’ve seen mothers beg to be let through, on...

Steel and Sacrifice Valkenheim is a golden lantern in the dark, its light a promise against the creeping night. It stands tall, unwavering, a symbol of warmth and safety for those who call it home. Yet, even the brightest lantern must be tended, its flame c...

As compiled by Royal Scholar Gorrin of the Royal Archives Throughout the annals of our history, there have existed those among us who have wielded relics of unparalleled craft and mystery. The common folk whisper of these artifacts as gifts from the gods, w...

In game, silvered weapons will deal an additional 1d8 damage against any creature infected with the Rotmire Blight. This effect can stack with Relic weapons such as +1 weapons, etc. Once, silver was a symbol of prosperity, wealth, and divine favor. Its coinag...

The spread of the Rotmire Blight has forced the people of Norvostra to adopt whatever means they can to avoid infection, yet the vast gulf between wealth and poverty dictates the effectiveness of these efforts. From the lowest peasant to the highest noble, eac...

A Crumbling Sanctuary As long as I draw breath, Blackholt will not close its gates to those in need. Faulmoor's people are not just subjects to be ruled, but lives to be protected. If the Blight has taken their homes, if the nobles have turned their backs, ...

The Unclaimed Heights of Faulmoor The Ash Peaks? A land of untamed beauty and forgotten history! Every ridge hides a story, every cave whispers of something lost to time. The fools call it treacherous—I call it an open invitation. There’s glory to be found ...

The Forgotten Past Southeast of Valkenheim, where the mountains meet the marsh, the past lies drowned beneath the mire. The gods do not speak in words, but in echoes of the past. Harrowgate is where their voices still linger, where the faithful may listen....

The Town That Wealth Devoured I don’t see what all the fuss is about. We pay them, don’t we? They should be grateful to have work at all—better than rotting away in some plague-ridden gutter. Honestly, the way they whine, you’d think we weren’t the ones kee...

Fenmire, the most forsaken region of Faulmoor, is a vast expanse of deep bogs, brackish fens, and mist-choked waterways stretching toward the Greymere Sea. The land is half-drowned, characterized by sinking peat, twisted mangroves, and decaying reeds, making...

By Mire and Might. Fenwatch is no jewel, no grand city of polished stone and gold. It is wood and iron, grit and toil, built by those who endure, not those who dream. The swamp rises to claim it, the Blight knocks at its gates, but we remain. We do not bow,...