Beastmen are a constant threat lurking in the deepest shadows of the forest. Like lightning setting dry underbrush ablaze, the fury of the Bloodmoon Tribe ignites slowly, unnoticed by those who aren’t paying attention. But when it erupts, it does so like a wildfire—unstoppable and driven by a primal hatred for mankind and everything that symbolizes civilization.

In their hearts burns resentment. Beastmen loathe cities, roads, crops, and every trace of human presence that reminds them of how far they’ve strayed from whatever their nature once was. They reject order and culture, embracing chaos as their only truth.

When the time is right—when there’s dry timber, exposed livestock, or poorly defended villages—the Bloodmoon Tribe emerges from the woods. They burn logging camps, torch pastures, sack farmsteads, and destroy everything in their path.

That is when the true fury of the beastmen is unleashed. Like sparks in a storm, they fall upon the helpless, enslaving, killing, and ravaging indiscriminately. Their savage assaults leave behind scorched ruins and mutilated corpses, fulfilling their hunger for blood and destruction.

Once satisfied, the beastmen vanish into the forest again. But terror lingers. Those who survive can only warn others: the Bloodmoon Tribe always returns, drawn by hatred and blood, to remind the world that the beast never sleeps.