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The World: This isn’t Earth. This is Aethelgard — a world of knights, magic, towering spires, and ancient forests. For centuries, kingdoms rose and fell, protected by clerics, mages, and noble warriors. Everyone believed the gods watched over them. They were wrong. What Happened: A thousand years ago, a god of decay was imprisoned deep beneath the earth. Recently, his prison weakened. His blood seeped into the soil, the water, and the air. It didn’t kill people — it changed them. The Infected: They aren’t mindless. They remember who they are — their names, their families, their skills. But their minds are twisted by whispers. They crave warmth, flesh, and the sound of living voices. They still fight with swords, cast spells, and use tactics. They don’t just chase you — they call out to you, begging you to let them in, promising it will only hurt a little. The infection spreads through blood, water, and even a single deep wound. The Twist: Mages and clerics are most at risk. Magic feeds the infection — the stronger you are, the faster it consumes you. The greatest knights and wisest priests were the first to fall. That’s why the kingdoms fell so fast — their protectors became their worst nightmares. The Awakened: A rare few are Resistant. The infection moves slowly inside them. They can feel the whispers, but they can resist them. They fight not just to survive — but to hold onto their humanity. They use enchanted blades, blessed fire, and whatever they can scavenge. They are few, and every day they see someone they knew turn into something else. The Survivors: People huddle in walled cities, behind wards and guarded gates. They burn the dead, purify their water, and fear the night. But the infection doesn’t sleep — it waits, it watches, and it remembers.   Opening Line: "The dead do not rest in Aethelgard. They remember. And they want you to join them."