0–400 Fell

0–400 Fell: The Shroud Awakens

In the centuries after the Fall, the greatclub’s resting place birthed an unnatural wild. Its haft lay buried beneath the soil, bleeding ancient titan-magic into root and stone. Trees swelled into giants, their roots coiling like serpents through the deep. Insects grew monstrous and cunning, their carapaces gleaming with unnatural luster. The first @Hollowmask appeared—creatures twisted from forest chameleons, wearing the stolen faces of the lost.
These years were an age of wariness. No lasting settlements dared the greatclub’s shadow. Only scattered hunters, mystics, and fools came to test themselves against strange bounty of @The Shroud, often never returning.