Wartales The Curse of Rigel-Skidrow

Hidden deep within the Alazar mountains lies the County of Rigel, a secluded valley where light barely pierces the canopy. Its people whisper of the Weald, an ancient forest so dense that no sunlight ever reaches the ground, warping the minds of those who enter. For months, strange attacks have spread across the land, villagers torn apart, hunters vanishing among the roots, and the howls of beasts echoing through the dark.

There, light is life. Your lantern cuts through the gloom, its glow revealing the remnants and traces of something unnatural spreading through the woods. Yet the deeper you venture, the more the darkness presses in, gnawing at the edges of sanity as your companions glimpse shapes whispering just beyond sight. The forest hungers for those who linger, but the bold may find rewards hidden where no light dares to reach.

Emerging from the laboratories of Alazar, the Thaumaturge wields science as both weapon and salvation. With an incense burner in one hand and a vial in the other, they manipulate fumes and concoctions capable of twisting the course of any battle. By inhaling their own vapors, they risk their life to amplify their power, bolstering allies, weakening foes, and walking the fine line between mastery and madness.