The Ashen Maw
The Ashen Maw is not a nation, nor a people, nor even truly a religion. It is a storm of scorched steel, chained beasts, and shrieking flame. A movement both following The Scourge and scouting a path ahead of him. Most often seen at night, they roam the Red Waste in caravans atop beasts and machinations of dread all the same. The hissing of steal and metal being heated and cooled and the smell of burnt flesh accompanies them wherever they go.
It is theorized that somewhere in the Waste lies their base of operations. Perhaps a sprawling underground network, perhaps a splotch of land camouflaged and covered in blood and gore. The few that have returned from their encounters with the tribe have a bloodlust and hatred unmatched by any. It's known to have consumed them entirely where they couldn't even speak properly by the time they returned to civilization of any kind, and killed them outright.
If you see the flags of the Ashen Maw, run. Don't hide, don't fight, don't speak or watch. Pray they are just passing by.
It is theorized that somewhere in the Waste lies their base of operations. Perhaps a sprawling underground network, perhaps a splotch of land camouflaged and covered in blood and gore. The few that have returned from their encounters with the tribe have a bloodlust and hatred unmatched by any. It's known to have consumed them entirely where they couldn't even speak properly by the time they returned to civilization of any kind, and killed them outright.
If you see the flags of the Ashen Maw, run. Don't hide, don't fight, don't speak or watch. Pray they are just passing by.
Flesh cracks. Iron groans. Ash remains.
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