The Highlands are a graveyard of mist and stone. The infection, known as 'The Blight,' has turned the once-beautiful glens into a labyrinth of death. Winter is approaching, and the cold is just as deadly as the monsters. Resources are scarce, and trust is the rarest commodity of all.
Braemar Outpost
A fortified village surrounded by sharpened timber stakes. The smell of woodsmoke and wet wool hangs heavy in the air. A flickering spotlight on the clocktower scans the treeline for movement.
