The Things the Creator Has Made

"A thousand sorrows I seek to mend.
A thousand reserves I would expend.
To give a thousand dogs their end.
The Butcher of Belfor forever, and then."

The broken cry of a Ranger who has lost his wife and daughter to the cannibals. In desperation, he enters The Shambles, a dangerous land filled with witches and monsters, to rescue them.

But in The Forge, far to the south, something far more terrifying pierces the horizon of the Arklands, worse than anyone could imagine. The Dryade horde.

Can you feel them coming? Can you see them, just ahead? Could these too be the things the Creator has made?