Too many lords lack the strength to suppress them, even if they had the will. These bandits are a scourge upon honest men. The common people groan under the troubles of these days, and many give up all hope of honest gain in favor of a sharp spear and the plunder of their neighbors. How long can the ruling powers suppress knowledge of the cult’s hideous spread? No foul sorcery is needed to explain the pirates and the bandits and the rapacious border lords who are more brigand than protector. These cultists trade their reason for auspicious madness and pleasing delusion, until their very flesh rebels against sanity and their rites bring in the red fog of their lords. It forever seeks to open a way into the haven of the Isles, to draw closer to the shores that denied it the last and most delicious of its prey. The decay festers even within the hearts of the people as the dreams of the Red Tide win fresh cultists to its alien cause. Their savagery lights the midnight skies with the flames of burning villages and make pillars of smoke from the homes of men.

Even now their raiding parties harry the western borderlands and thrust deep into once-safe territories. Driven from their lands by the human exiles, locked in never-ending war against the hated interlopers and their own rival neighbors, they lack only a leader to make an irresistible tide of their warriors. In the west, the Shou howl for vengeance. The grim pikemen of Hohnberg turn away from their former allies in the east, and in the ancient halls of his Gate Citadel the dwarf-king dwells uneasily upon the change of days. The Mandarin of Xian broods in his many-towered city as the blood sorcerers of Tien Lung scheme and the Shogun of Hell dreams the red dreams of his masters. Their refuges remain perched upon wild shores, men and women gathered together in city-states grown fearful of their neighbors. Ever since the demon-haunted mists of the Red Tide exiled a scattering of desperate survivors from their ancestral lands, all that remains of humanity are those peoples who cling to survival in the distant Sunset Isles. The cities of men are few in these accursed days. Johnson ©2014, Sine Nomine PublishingĮric Lofgren Dyson Logos Ian MacLean Joyce Maureira Miguel Santos ISBN 978-1-93 By Kevin Crawford Illustrated By Luigi Castellani Nate Furman Earl Geier Rick Hershey David L.

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