Adventures in the Savage North
Welcome to the Savage North!
“People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.”
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
As everyone knows, the world is a dangerous place, inhabited by orcs and goblins and trolls. The kingdoms of the north were carved out over the centuries as civilized folk drove back the savage denizens of the northlands. Now stalwart men and stone walls keep the people safe from most mundane dangers, and most folk can live their lives in relative peace and security—but you are not them. For you know the truth.
You know that orcs and goblins and trolls aren’t the worst of it. You know that restless spirits haunt the land; that madmen conjure abominations from nightmare dimensions; that Hell, from time to time, opens and vomits up devils and the dead. You know that all civilization, from the meanest village to the mightiest city, stands at the edge of a precipice, and the Abyss yawns below. You know that some must fight, and some must die, to keep the world from falling into darkness.
The path you tread is dark and treacherous, fraught with mortal peril and madness. While most of the world stumbles along in blissful ignorance, you face the darkness with eyes wide open. You are among the few who glimpse the true nature of the world, but revelation is a terrible thing. As many have learned to their dismay, too much knowledge can be as perilous as too little.