Its story
The Rotting Tide
The Rotting Tide is the festering will of Morgath made manifest. Unlike armies that march in disciplined ranks, The Rotting Tide spreads like infection. It does not need banners of glory or rigid formations — its strength lies in inevitability. Where life thrives, it seeps beneath the surface. Where kingdoms celebrate their stability, it plants the first seeds of collapse. Devoted entirely to Morgath, Lord of Decay, its followers believe that all existence is flawed by its refusal to accept deterioration. To them, rot is not corruption — it is revelation. Decay strips away illusion and exposes the fragile truth beneath pride and order. The Tide grows through plague, attrition, and resurrection. Every fallen soldier feeds its ranks. Every abandoned battlefield becomes fertile ground for undeath. What begins as sickness becomes despair. What becomes despair turns into surrender. They do not conquer with thunder. They suffocate with time. Cities under their influence do not burn — they wither. Crops fail. Wells sour. Flesh weakens. And when resistance is too exhausted to fight back, the dead rise to finish what decay began. The Rotting Tide does not seek domination through strength. It seeks a world returned to its most honest state — where only what endures corruption survives.
