In the profane whispers of Outside are the mysteries of Anathema brought to Creation. Issued with calamitous howls from a thousand mouths as the abberations remake themselves in malign image, the skill that defines the Unnamable is a thing of madness and ruin entwined.
In a quest for twisted perfection does the Unnamable strive, ever forward with regard for neither the self nor the world they seek to defile. Melding karma and self-imposed desolation to birth something new, the chaotic warriors of Ashtan revel in their dire work. For the Unnamable is a thing of nightmare, and where it walks so too does terror follow.