The dreams have one thing in common – a communion in a fallen temple. Ruins in the swamp with a single tower standing over the fallen stones. And something beneath, something calling, a remnant forgotten there for untold years; a final weapon or tool to be raised against the heretics who spread corruption and mutation in their wakes.

Beneath the old temple is a sunken sanctuary and the Crimson Reliquary. The dreams don’t only come to those who fight against the heresy, however. Something festers beneath the sanctuary – something foul and wet and vile.

The Vile Beast will not give up the reliquary easily. It hungers for those who would claim it for either side. It reaches out to hunt and devour…

The Manse of the Vile…