PAY ATTENTION.
Can you feel it?
A wretched knot of rust and ruin. A creeping cancer beneath the skin of the real. A wound in the world.
A HOLLOW.
The Isles – your home, the haggard heart of a lost empire – is beset by them. Sickness, murder, madness and poverty wash across the land in their wake. The populace are powerless and those in charge are too cosseted to care.
BUT YOU’RE NOT.
With your grim tools in hand, you can kill things ten times your size. You can sleep off death and wake up with nothing more than a headache. You are a conduit for something great and terrible.
YOU ARE A HUNTER.
