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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...

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...

A world of quarantines, corruption, and survival. This guide will help you create a character that belongs in the world of Norvostra, whether they are a native survivor or an outsider drawn into the chaos of the Rotmire Blight. Every character must have a rea...

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...

Blight Mechanics In-Game Saving Throw When bitten, the victim makes a Constitution save (DC 14). Modifiers (only one Reaction may apply per save): Liquor/Strong Spirits: DC - 2 (DC 12). Liquor + Silver Filings: DC - 4 (DC 10). Cauterize (if n...

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...

Purity is not measured in mercy. It is measured in the number of corpses left behind. In the past year, as the Blight spread across Faulmoor, a name has surfaced in whispers—not a title of rank or lineage, but a name spoken with dread. The Penitent is not...

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 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...

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...

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, ...

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...

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...

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...

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 ...