The sky hangs heavy with secrets. A chill carries the scent of harvest, a reminder that nature shifts ever onward. This is the time for reflection, to cull the fruits the dark offers. Let us acknowledge this turning point and forge into the unknown with souls prepared. Prowlers within a World of D

A shadow creeps over the land. The once-vibrant fields now lie stripped, a testament to the waning power of the last king. Whispers spread through the villages, speaking of a curse that has sapped the very life from the soil. Only a handful of brave souls remain determined to uncover the truth behin