Terrors of the Unknown. 

*True Outsiders, creatures from not only outside the mortal coil, but outside of all the bound planes of Ithia. Creatures not made by the Gods of Ithia, but invaders from distant planes. These are nightmares that plague Ithia regardless of its timeline. * 

The Dread Heralds. The Embodiment of Authoritarian Ideals, of War, of Suffering, Pain, and Destruction. They leave worlds in ruin, mountains of corpses, rivers of blood; they build shrines to their twisted gods from the waste of dead worlds and drag the world corpse into their bloated, ruinous world.

The Dread Heralds invade new planets from thick, greasy smog, like the fumes of burning corpses and plastics. From the vile smog emerge endless hordes of nightmarish creatures untouched by empathy, mercy, or individual thought. Some tear the individuality from their victims, others spread famine, starvation, and plague, others tear away empathy and compassion, and others twist away all the small things that make you more than an ideology. They are the Fascist Blackshirts, the Communist Stasi, the National Socialist Schutzstaffel; they are the inducted, the controlled, the Company Man, and they are everyone who turned away from evil so they could say they didn’t know. They are the death of a society built on trust and brotherhood.  

The mindless vicious hordes are led by the Choirs: creatures and fell gods that are terrific, fantastic, awesome, and grotesque in equal measures. They rule over an endless plane, known as Farlock, of concrete obelisks that blech out black smog and weapons, burning hills of tires, twisted wrecks, mountains if trash from ruined worlds consumed by the Heralds, trench lines full of mud, blood, and feces, and fields of rotting crops. Forests of crucified victims rise up terraced hills of bone like a staircase to a marble city of brilliant white. Bloodfalls run off the edge, and mortals twisted into vegetation lines in their gardens serenading them in their tormented wails. Nothing that nourishes forms in Farlock. Nothing that creates is found here. All they do is take, seize, destroy, and turn against. All hail The Thousand Faced God, Ascendant Heralds, and the Immaculate Choir in all their monstrous wonder. 

Dread Herald Hierarchy. 

-The Thousand-Faced God. 

-The Ascendant Heralds. 

-The Immaculate Choir.  

-The Grand Choir. 

-The Dread Choir. 

-The Dread Fiends. 

-The Dread Foes. 

-The Dread Servants. 

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