Article I. Chapter I. Section I.
Ashes fall as embers touch timber. A once wondrous and bountiful forest reduced to a charred memory of what once was. Scorned and afflicted, survivors of the neighboring settlement shuffle slowly through the bitter cold of Winter's night. Few in number and fewer in spirit, the remaining townspeople struggle to comprehend the events having took place a mere three hours prior. The only source of comfort is the warmth exuding from the burning remains of their homes. Such is inconsequential and entirely unnoticed amidst their surroundings. Hanging from the blackened frames of their former residences are the seeping limbs and truncated bodies of now unidentifiable loved ones. While the town was modest in size, it would have been far too great of a task for even the most malicious warband to raze it’s populace - accompanying militia included - of 2,560 to that of 8. How these 8 survivors escaped a gore laden fate would be attributed to good fortune by objective opinion. There is, however, nothing fortunate in this so called “escape.” No, they are in fact the most ill-fated of all as they were chosen to inherit this existence. Their morbid vessels selected to carry a soul plagued with despair into an uncertain search for sanctum. A trivial trek if there ever was.
The Town, a once heralded feat of social, religious, and technological achievement in the South-Western Province, had been morphed into a twisted realization of nightmarish horror. Formerly kept streets were overrun by rivers of blood snaking through their cobblestone pathways. The extent of which seems endless and insurmountable. Salvation of the Town was entirely moot as any viable resources were either destroyed or corrupted by unholy death. Undoubtedly, the New Founding would condemn the region until a principal task force purges the area through a series of ritualistic blessings. There will, however, be no reconstruction; instead forever remaining a forsaken scar amidst the forest landscape. Surely, the Town had become infested by perverse and rampant sin to incite such devastation. The likes of which could only be dealt by divine hands. To rebuild would be to defy Numen.