The moon hangs heavy with promise. A whisper carries the scent of change, a reminder that nature flows ever onward. This is the time for reflection, to cull the treasures the dark yields. Let us acknowledge this epoch and embark into the shadowed with souls prepared. Hunters in a World of Desolation The winds howl through fractured cities, carry

The night hangs heavy with secrets. A breeze carries the scent of harvest, a reminder that nature shifts ever onward. This is the time for renewal, to gather the treasures the dark yields. Let us honor this epoch and embark into the uncharted with hearts ablaze. Hunters in a World of Ruin The winds howl through fractured cities, carrying whisper

The night hangs heavy with potential. A whisper carries the scent of harvest, a reminder that nature turns ever onward. This is the time for reflection, to cull the gifts the dark yields. Let us acknowledge this epoch and venture into the shadowed with souls prepared. Prowlers within a World of Decay The winds howl through fractured cities, carr