Hollowmarch — The Fen Remembers

The World

A march at the end of its strength

Hollowmarch is the last garrison on the causeway — a strip of drowned road between the living lands and the Fen. Every night the Maw below turns over in its sleep, and every night the husks come up with the mist. Take a warden's oath, pick your trade, and hold the line with the others until dawn or until it takes you.

The Trades

Three ways to hold a line

Shieldbearer

Plate, tower shield, and the stubbornness to stand where the tide breaks. When the warband hits the gate, you are the gate.

Duelist

Twin blades and no patience for sieges. The swarm has a shape; somewhere in it is the thing calling the others. Go end it.

Mender

Runes, wards, and the nerve to work them with husks at arm's reach. Wardens fall. You decide which ones get up again.

From the causeway

Seen with your own eyes

The fen village at night: Warden Hesk and Elder Sallow near the gate, an event beacon burning in the dark — Nightfall over the fen — the Herald's beacon burns, and the wardens count the minutes it has left.

A warden standing before the glowing portal into The Fen Depths dungeon — The Fen Depths open for those who dare the descent.

A warden surrounded by a swarm of skeletal husks in the combat arena — Wave one. The husks don't knock.

The Depths

What the fen sends up

Below the causeway lie the Fen Depths — flooded hollows, bone galleries, a sunken crypt nobody sealed properly. What lives down there comes up in waves, and the wardens have learned to name them:

Husk WarbandAn organized push against the walls. Organized by what, nobody asks twice.
Husk SwarmNot organized at all. Somehow worse.
Last StandThe bell rings, the gate is gone, and everyone still breathing holds the square.
The Maw's HeraldIt only came up once. The chronicle from that night is one line long.