"We are not beasts—we are hunger made flesh. The world forgets its fear of us, so we shall teach it again, with fang and flame." - Skuldrath - High Howler of the Pit
Nestled deep within the rugged hills north of Siuthruna, the Gnoll Pits fester like an open wound in the land’s flesh. The jagged slopes are dotted with twisted trees that bloom in unsettling shades of orange and blood-red, their petals drifting like embers on the dry wind. Amid these gnarled groves, the gnolls have carved out a brutal domain—sunken warrens, bone-littered altars, and crude totems rising from mounds of their victims’ remains. The scent of rot mingles with the sickly-sweet perfume of the flowers, masking the true horror that clings to every shadow. Cackling warbands roam the hillsides, and beneath the earth, in lightless tunnels veined with bloodroot and ashstone, something ancient stirs, feeding on the endless carnage.