<em>(PU +1)<br/>(PU 1/11)<br/></em><br/>"You, silent," the Orc grunts, and casually backhands you into the cart.  It's only a short while before the cart arrives in the camp and you see something truly terrible--a profane altar of Perversion where three sorcerers kneel and encant words that twist your ears to even hear.  Goblinoids, trollocks, half-human half-<em>thing</em>, truly Perverse deviations of altered minds.  There are more Orcs here, marshaling their underlings and preparing for something.<br/><br/>The only way they could be here is if they made covert landfall and got far, far inland--or if there was an unknown Darksite in the region, and they'd managed to establish a portal connection.  Difficult to maintain and costly to open, this allowed instantaneous transportation between Darksites for those who fully embraced Perversion--sealing these wounds in the earth was supposed to be Lucille's job, but where they'd come through--if they had come through a Darksite--was not immediately evident.<br/><br/>Aside from the profane, red-carpeted purple-smeared altar and the war camp, there was not much here by the towering peek of the mountain over them.<br/><br/><strong>You have looked upon a Thing profane and unmeant for human eyes: Psychological Resistance 12</strong>