Worship in Blood

Out in the Badlands, the Cult of Devastation congregates. From far and wide the Bloodbands come, in search of the dreaded Gorefields and their Bloodfonts. Many of these Bloodbands come from the barbarian tribes of the frozen north. But among them one can also find lithe elven wardancers from the Conclave of Blades, former nobles clad in bloodsoaked silks and bands that are stranger still. They all come here with a single purpose: to kill and die for their savage goddess.

She is the fire that will reduce all civilization to ash. She is the cold that will cull the weak. She is the Bloodmother who will remake us anew. She is the Harbinger of Devastation who will bring about the plighted end.

Spill your opponent's blood in her name and you will attract her terrifying gaze. But only by sacrificing your own flesh will you truly understand her eternal truth!

A skirmish game about dying gloriously for a dark and terrible goddess.

Maybe I should have focused more on the campaign rules as that part had the closest connection with the theme to me. Maybe I'll expand on it after voting.

"Blood!? Blood. Crimson copper-smelling blood, his blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. And bits of sick." -Garth Marenghi