The shadowed halls reek of the scent of incense but decay. Flickering flames illuminate glyphs etched across the damp walls, these twisted designs pulsing with an unseen might. A circle of robed figures chant in a tongue lost, every voices harsh. The air crackles with anticipation. This eve, the ritual takes hold. A goat, bound and gagged, bleats … Read More

Upon the ravaged plains of world, where broken earth stretches to oblivion, a symphony of chaos unfurls. The Slaughtered Few marches, a tide of savagewrath. Each step resonates with the rhythm of butchery, a macabre celebration to their twisted faith. {Their banners flap like the wings of demons, each bearing the {grim insignia of a broken heart. … Read More