The SCAETH MYTHOS, a vision of horror that will haunt your dreams.
The Scaeth lives beneath the surface of our perception. A creature older than time and twice as merciless… with an endless hunger.
A being that exists in the shadowy seams of our world… and feeds… without relent.
There is more than any of us know. Levels of existence and layers of knowledge that are glimpsed, half-comprehended by a few and hidden from most.
Some of it’s miraculous, some of it’s hideous beyond imagining. Everything you think you know is subject to change. Everything is mutable. People, places, the scientific laws that have replaced faith.
There is, of course, structure. Boundaries and dividing lines.
Walls that separate realities.
The walls are thinner than we realise.
The Scaeth has hollowed them out, those spaces between the realities, and it squats there like some demonic infestation. Feeding off humanity the way a farmer eats from his fields.
Its realm is a torment, a place where nightmares are real. A place you don’t want to be. Few survive, fewer still escape. None do so unchanged.
The Scaeth has been with us from the beginning, fuelling legend and myth.
It has made itself more than invisible. It’s dressed itself in disbelief behind a screen of scepticism. But it’s still here.
These islands are soaked in the Scaeth.
And all the sorrier for it.
Whereas it once stalked the land, it now has others bring victims to it. Now, it reaches out… and its touch is cold.
Bad Pennies is the first story in the Scaeth Mythos.