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The Outsiders don’t understand.

They didn’t see the way the Veiled one saved us. In times of famine, she sent food and water. In times of scarcity, she provided. She has healed our sick, restored our town. She and the twelve have protected us. How can you not honor her for it, trust the twelve’s judgement?

The Cultists don’t understand.

They can’t see beyond their customs. Their holidays dominate this town, their practices ingrained into our very core. But it doesn’t mean they’re right, it doesn’t mean their god is real. The world ended, it’s just us out here. Saving ourselves. Instead of praying to some veiled one, scarring our left hands and blindly trusting twelve random folks, we should be out there preparing for the reality that food is only getting scarcer.

I don’t understand.

This town is full of customs and tensions that seem to span generations. I can’t say for certain what’s what, and I'm not entirely sure who the veiled one is. She seems important to them, but I’m not convinced she- or the twelve’s mystic powers- are real. But it’s a functioning town, and the rest of the area has long since been looted or crumbled. I guess I can stick around and find out.

Do you understand?

The Outsiders don’t understand.

They didn’t see the way the Veiled one saved us. In times of famine, she sent food and water. In times of scarcity, she provided. She has healed our sick, restored our town. She and the twelve have protected us. How can you not honor her for it, trust the twelve’s judgement?

The Cultists don’t understand.

They can’t see beyond their customs. Their holidays dominate this town, their practices ingrained into our very core. But it doesn’t mean they’re right, it doesn’t mean their god is real. The world ended, it’s just us out here. Saving ourselves. Instead of praying to some veiled one, scarring our left hands and blindly trusting twelve random folks, we should be out there preparing for the reality that food is only getting scarcer.

I don’t understand.

This town is full of customs and tensions that seem to span generations. I can’t say for certain what’s what, and I'm not entirely sure who the veiled one is. She seems important to them, but I’m not convinced she- or the twelve’s mystic powers- are real. But it’s a functioning town, and the rest of the area has long since been looted or crumbled. I guess I can stick around and find out.

Do you understand?

In times of hardship…

1968. Climate disaster, famine, and disease toppled society as it was known; infighting for remaining precious resources took care of the rest. Resources are scarce. Hope is scarcer. A thinned out population lives on. Some roaming, some trying to keep a semblance of community. One such community, now more insular and scarce, is Ridge Harbor, a coastal town in Maine.

The Entity Redeemeth.

1975. An unprecedented drought. A harsh winter. The shaky rebuildings of markets, farms, and solar power were tested for Ridge Harbor. But in the depths of darkness, the entity redeemeth. Twelve souls, the original twelve, found a book of spells and used it to save the town from certain sickness and starvation. From this power came faith. From faith came the devout. And from the outside, this devotion may seem cult-like.

Welcome to Ridge Harbor.

2025. Two generations after the original twelve, things are changing. Until recently, the devout kept to themselves with their odd practices while outsiders were able to coexist in relative peace so long as they didn't ask too many questions. However, Ridge Harbor's fortune is turning-- and a body with a strange symbol cut into its chest has appeared in the center of town. What does this mean for this quiet, small town?

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In times of hardship…

1968. Climate disaster, famine, and disease toppled society as it was known; infighting for remaining precious resources took care of the rest. Resources are scarce. Hope is scarcer. A thinned out population lives on. Some roaming, some trying to keep a semblance of community. One such community, now more insular and scarce, is Ridge Harbor, a coastal town in Maine.

The Entity Redeemeth.

1975. An unprecedented drought. A harsh winter. The shaky rebuildings of markets, farms, and solar power were tested for Ridge Harbor. But in the depths of darkness, the entity redeemeth. Twelve souls, the original twelve, found a book of spells and used it to save the town from certain sickness and starvation. From this power came faith. From faith came the devout. And from the outside, this devotion may seem cult-like.

Welcome to Ridge Harbor.

2025. Two generations after the original twelve, things are changing. Until recently, the devout kept to themselves with their odd practices while outsiders were able to coexist in relative peace so long as they didn't ask too many questions. However, Ridge Harbor's fortune is turning-- and a body with a strange symbol cut into its chest has appeared in the center of town. What does this mean for this quiet, small town?

This isn’t a normal town.

The world ended in 1968. Ever since, society has fractured. In small pockets, isolated towns, people rebuilt. Created backyard farms and solar power so their insular communities could function. Ridge Harbor was one of those, fairly standard for this day and age. And yet, to outsiders…

Something is wrong here.

Since the fall of the world, Ridge Harbor’s devotion rose. A goddess with a secret name, known only by outsiders as The Veiled One or the Entity, protects this town. It is said her followers’ most powerful, an elite group known as the twelve, have special powers unearthed from the veiled one’s grimoire. Not all in Ridge Harbor are believers, though. And while typically, nonbelievers were able to politely coexist with the veiled one’s followers and their strange rituals… recently, a body has shown up, a strange scar on its back. 

Are we in danger?

The Outsiders don’t understand.

They didn’t see the way the Veiled one saved us. In times of famine, she sent food and water. In times of scarcity, she provided. She has healed our sick, restored our town. She and the twelve have protected us. How can you not honor her for it, trust the twelve’s judgement?

The Cultists don’t understand.

They can’t see beyond their customs. Their holidays dominate this town, their practices ingrained into our very core. But it doesn’t mean they’re right, it doesn’t mean their god is real. The world ended, it’s just us out here. Saving ourselves. Instead of praying to some veiled one, scarring our left hands and blindly trusting twelve random folks, we should be out there preparing for the reality that food is only getting scarcer.

I don’t understand.

This town is full of customs and tensions that seem to span generations. I can’t say for certain what’s what, and I'm not entirely sure who the veiled one is. She seems important to them, but I’m not convinced she- or the twelve’s mystic powers- are real. But it’s a functioning town, and the rest of the area has long since been looted or crumbled. I guess I can stick around and find out.

Do you understand?

The Outsiders don’t understand.

They didn’t see the way the Veiled one saved us. In times of famine, she sent food and water. In times of scarcity, she provided. She has healed our sick, restored our town. She and the twelve have protected us. How can you not honor her for it, trust the twelve’s judgement?

The Cultists don’t understand.

They can’t see beyond their customs. Their holidays dominate this town, their practices ingrained into our very core. But it doesn’t mean they’re right, it doesn’t mean their god is real. The world ended, it’s just us out here. Saving ourselves. Instead of praying to some veiled one, scarring our left hands and blindly trusting twelve random folks, we should be out there preparing for the reality that food is only getting scarcer.

I don’t understand.

This town is full of customs and tensions that seem to span generations. I can’t say for certain what’s what, and I'm not entirely sure who the veiled one is. She seems important to them, but I’m not convinced she- or the twelve’s mystic powers- are real. But it’s a functioning town, and the rest of the area has long since been looted or crumbled. I guess I can stick around and find out.

Do you understand?

This isn’t a normal town.

The world ended in 1968. Ever since, society has fractured. In small pockets, isolated towns, people rebuilt. Created backyard farms and solar power so their insular communities could function. Ridge Harbor was one of those, fairly standard for this day and age. And yet, to outsiders…

Something is wrong here.

Since the fall of the world, Ridge Harbor’s devotion rose. A goddess with a secret name, known only by outsiders as The Veiled One or the Entity, protects this town. It is said her followers’ most powerful, an elite group known as the twelve, have special powers unearthed from the veiled one’s grimoire. Not all in Ridge Harbor are believers, though. And while typically, nonbelievers were able to politely coexist with the veiled one’s followers and their strange rituals… recently, a body has shown up, a strange scar on its back. 

Are we in danger?

In times of hardship…

1968. Climate disaster, famine, and disease toppled society as it was known; infighting for remaining precious resources took care of the rest. Resources are scarce. Hope is scarcer. A thinned out population lives on. Some roaming, some trying to keep a semblance of community. One such community, now more insular and scarce, is Ridge Harbor, a coastal town in Maine.

The Entity Redeemeth.

1975. An unprecedented drought. A harsh winter. The shaky rebuildings of markets, farms, and solar power were tested for Ridge Harbor. But in the depths of darkness, the entity redeemeth. Twelve souls, the original twelve, found a book of spells and used it to save the town from certain sickness and starvation. From this power came faith. From faith came the devout. And from the outside, this devotion may seem cult-like.

Welcome to Ridge Harbor.

2025. Two generations after the original twelve, things are changing. Until recently, the devout kept to themselves with their odd practices while outsiders were able to coexist in relative peace so long as they didn't ask too many questions. However, Ridge Harbor's fortune is turning-- and a body with a strange symbol cut into its chest has appeared in the center of town. What does this mean for this quiet, small town?

In times of hardship…

1968. Climate disaster, famine, and disease toppled society as it was known; infighting for remaining precious resources took care of the rest. Resources are scarce. Hope is scarcer. A thinned out population lives on. Some roaming, some trying to keep a semblance of community. One such community, now more insular and scarce, is Ridge Harbor, a coastal town in Maine.

The Entity Redeemeth.

1975. An unprecedented drought. A harsh winter. The shaky rebuildings of markets, farms, and solar power were tested for Ridge Harbor. But in the depths of darkness, the entity redeemeth. Twelve souls, the original twelve, found a book of spells and used it to save the town from certain sickness and starvation. From this power came faith. From faith came the devout. And from the outside, this devotion may seem cult-like.

Welcome to Ridge Harbor.

2025. Two generations after the original twelve, things are changing. Until recently, the devout kept to themselves with their odd practices while outsiders were able to coexist in relative peace so long as they didn't ask too many questions. However, Ridge Harbor's fortune is turning-- and a body with a strange symbol cut into its chest has appeared in the center of town. What does this mean for this quiet, small town?