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The Restless Rot They are the ones we expected. The ones we thought we understood. The ones we thought we could handle. But it is not just their hunger that makes them terrifying—it is their numbers. When people speak of the Rotmire Blight, they often co...

The Lying Dead They don’t fight like the others. They make you come to them. Of all the horrors the Blight has birthed, the Whisperers remain the most insidious. They do not lurch forward with guttural moans like the mindless husks of lesser undead. No, ...

The Unkillable Steel does not forget. Neither do they. The Broken Lords are unlike the other Blighted. They do not wander aimlessly through the ruins, nor do they mindlessly lunge at the scent of the living. Instead, they march, armor rattling softly in ...

The Watching Dead They just… stand there. Staring. Like they're waiting for something. There is a sickness that spreads through the minds of those who travel Faulmoor’s abandoned roads. It is not a fever, nor a plague of the flesh, but rather something m...

They Do Not Need to Breathe I swear on my life, we sank the boat. They shouldn’t be here. They shouldn’t be here. Many years ago, when the first signs of the Blight appeared, the people of Faulmoor sought ways to contain it. They thought water would be i...

The Starving Dead They leapt from the shadows, hitting us like starving beasts. Their ferocity wasn’t human—it was primal, desperate. I watched as one tackled a companion to the ground, jaws snapping wildly. Avoid letting them close the distance at all cost...

Death Comes Bursting At first, we mistook it for another of the countless pitiful shamblers that infest the marsh. It lurched toward us, stumbling through knee-deep muck, its bloated form swaying grotesquely, limbs swollen beyond recognition. We joked nervo...

Decay from Within It wasn't an attack—not at first. It began as a convulsion, the corpse doubled over, chest heaving like bellows stoking an unseen furnace. Then its jaw snapped open, and that burning, foul liquid spewed forth, melting through wood, steel, ...

It Feels Everything I thought it was crawling the wrong way. Like... like its belly was leading. Then the guts came out. Gods help me, the guts were looking for me. Among the horrors birthed in the festering tide of the Blight, few evoke as much unease a...

Critical Hit Mechanics In normal rules, a longsword (1d8 + Damage Bonus) on a critical hit currently does:2d8 + Damage Bonus (rolling two d8s). While this works, it can sometimes feel disappointing when both dice roll low, leading to underwhelming crits. Ne...

An Answer No One Prayed For. “There are Blighted that hunger. There are Blighted that hunt. And then there are those which exist as an offense. This is one of those.”— Anders Vael, Lucent Endura The creature known as the Blasphemy is not a spirit in the ...