Shatterlands Field Guide

As recorded by the last Judges of the Central Divide

In the ashes of the old world, after the fires dimmed and the towers fell, something else began to rise—twisted, beautiful, cruel. The Shatterlands are no longer ruled by men or machines alone. Beasts stalk the irradiated dusk, the wind hums with the voices of old code, and strange minds walk in borrowed flesh.

This guide is not complete. It never will be.

What follows are the collective notes, sketches, and firsthand accounts of the last Judges—scouts, lawbringers, scavvers, and survivors who dared chart the shifting wilds beyond the Central Divide. We did not write these entries for glory or gold. We wrote them so someone, somewhere, might see what we saw and live to tell another tale.

“A smart scavver knows this: the world don’t care if you believe in monsters. They’ll still eat you just the same.”
— Judge Hollis, Central Divide 1st Recon Unit

Trust nothing, respect everything. And if it glows, bite back last.

— Judge Marra