Tales from Apocrypha

In the hushed circles of the heretical and the hopeful, there are whispered myths of a dark place. A place overgrown, forgotten, lost to the moss and the mists. A coppery putrid decay clings and coils like malodourous vines to the ancient stones and rotted wood of these ruins. Ruins long since abandoned save for those few barbaric enough to survive. Yet, in the oppressive baited silence of this nameless damnation, something stirs. Something hungry. Something that needs to feed. Welcome to Apocrypha.