No. There is only me, there is only my way, there is only the forest, and there is only surrender.
-Over the Garden Wall
In the name of the Old Gods, blood is spilled once more. In the shoals of this crimson sacrifice come the monstrosities of ancient days; their hooves crack wide the earth, their roars dispel the day and call forth dark storms.
The Beast is but the first of many so-called "forest gods" to awaken from their slumber. The ravages of the Wizard have called him and his wrath is vast beyond compare. For the Beast is no kindly forest god, but an angry spirit of yore who demands agony and death - sacrifice beyond compare. Sacrifice: flesh of maiden and bones of the enemy - the Viridian Corsairs are gleeful to provide.