Vothan Guard

PAGES OF PEELED SKIN- taken from the depraved, the decadent, and the doomed. Once a piece of the body is torn off and bound between its sticky covers, the rest never knows independence, is enslaved to the will of the Tome of Flesh. Its cultists will do anything, no matter how treacherous or gruesome. WORDS OF THE DAMNED – the souls of those slain in the service of the Tome speak through it still. Their lies call across the world, luring the greedy and ambitious into its never-dying schemes. Through them it will tear apart clans, destabilize empires, and rend civilization to pieces. WAITING FOR A FOOL – time means nothing to the Tome. It can wait. There's always another weakling of stunted dreams and toxic jealousy waiting to crack its covers, thinking to open their own path to glory. In fact, such fools make their way to it even now…

YOU CAN'T KEEP A GOOD TYRANT DOWN...OR DEAD... It is said Thyss-Mallak ruled Xyxia longer than any ten men could have lived. Seers still speak of an empire of hideous beauty, built and sustained at unholy cost. But the horrid truth of it all has long been lost, buried under endless wastes and a thousand generations of history. Until now… War comes to the sad remnants of once-fearsome Xyxia, propelled by an Emperor's religious zeal and his nobles' thirst for plunder. They'll make a battleground of ruins that should have been left undisturbed. The blood shed amongst toppled obelisks and crumbling pyramids will awaken that which should never have tasted the sweet nectar of souls again. And the Dead will Reign once more.