'The oceans would never climb far enough to take us!', the people of Varrem thought. They were petty, dull and full of the most dangerous beliefs. Beliefs that would harm their children were seen as ascension - high up the Golden Crown now called Varremfall. Their grief manifested in structures one would barely call home. Years have passed, the thicket remains untouched, and from the menacing power of a lost soul within the woods, the past crawls back to the surface. The dwellers of an old, failed, ruined society are back to live the same life they used to throw away for nothing.
My very first creature pack is a bit of a love letter to the Undead. Destroyed, oozing bodies, faces as dull as can be - adorable. Swarm your players with those troubled souls and give them the relief they deserve. Watch out for those Flameskulls, for their speed and trickery is hard to see through! What remains of the old necromancer is up to you: Are Varremfall's roots their making? Have their experiments led to the rebirth of this long-gone ruin? What's the name of the little snakey?
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