[Salone]

Imagine if you will a dark and twisted forest, where the creatures themselves are tainted and reworked by the creeping dark that lingers behind every shadow. It presses ever inward, intent on shutting out the last few glimmering lights that shine within the walls of Atticus. It presses in against the walls, searching for any way in. Nameless horrors lurk within the night, all too easily imagined but never seen by anyone who might survive them. Winged, fanged, beasts of liquid flesh. But the creeping dark also finds it way in to the hearts and minds of men. Those who journey and travel outside the walls may be the unwary carrier of the darkness, helping it manifest itself within the fragile confines of the city. It waits for however long it must, pooling and coalescing from the minds of many until it may become the incarnation that it so chooses.

To continue to live in the city of Atticus is to eventually die to the darkness and to be buried in fire, for bones laid to rest in the earth are claimed and used as well. Every conceivable thing at its disposal is well used in its never ending assault on humanity.

Or, wizards or some shit. I dunno.