Megafauna
Apex predators
Saber-tooth tigers and towering mammoths crush and tear at the clans, silent in the mist until the moment of the strike.
Red tooth and claw
There is no steel here
Only flint and bone. No kingdom protects you, only the flickering fire of your clan. Beyond its light, misty jungles teem with predators that time forgot.
Beasts are not the only terror. In the deep dark, ghouls infest the roots of the world, and grotesque mutant cave dwellers crawl up from the abyss to maim survivors and drag them back for dark rituals. You do not fight for glory. You fight to see another sunrise.
Blood and superstition
The clans
Civilization is a dream not yet dreamt. Humanity huddles in small clans ruled by chieftains with iron fists, because weakness means extinction. To belong is safety; to be exiled is a death sentence written in the jaws of tigers. Clans raid constantly, for resources, territory, and captives to appease the hungering stones.
Massive, silent, hungry
The gods
The gods of Barbarous are not benevolent. They are the Cannibal Gods, ancient entities worshipped in blood, who demand sacrifice in exchange for protection from the horrors of the dark. Shamans whisper to spirits that scream back. Magic is wild and dangerous, and often paid for in flesh.
Beneath the jungle floor
The Deep Dark
Endless caverns home to crypt-things, giant serpents and cave bears. The deeper you go, the more reality unravels. Warriors venture down to prove their worth; few return, and those who do are changed, their eyes holding a void no fire can warm.
The hunters of the deep jungle
Primal terrors
Undead
Ghouls of the deep
Pale, eyeless things that hunt in packs, dragging victims screaming into the dark to be consumed alive.
Mutant demi-humans
The Twisted
Grotesque experiments of the old gods, with too many limbs and a hunger for human flesh.
Avian horror
Terror of the skies
When the sun is blotted out, it is already too late. Winged nightmares descend from the peaks to snatch prey.
“Do not pray for the sun to rise. Pray that the things in the dark are full before they find you.”Old Stone-Tooth, shaman of the Red Hand