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It is a lost place where old unspeakable things still happen, far beyond the light of law. Where darkness asks the only question we are afraid to answer:
What Is Shroud?
Like a terrible nursery rhyme, Shroud hides between all that we hope and all that we abhor.
It is a dead place where a dead thing reigns with brute hunger. Masquerading in its former life, it craves only the most helpless of innocent victims – children.
Though it feeds by itself it is not alone. On every continent its kind has been found: variations and versions of Hell’s most imaginative fiends. Avatars of sins even Death cannot kill, predators of the living. Lurking in shadows, resting in grave dirt, adorned in seducing shapes that men of reason cannot see through, they walk their former Earth with a sole motivation – the hubris of insatiable appetite.
They skulk among human nations, invincible in their realms, eluding analysis, far beyond the reach of dull materialism, unconquered by Man’s frail new god: science.
But they are known to an enlightened few: scholars, sages, soldiers and seekers of secrets.