Ruins is an Aspect of what remains. It settles in broken abbeys and hollowed out churches, in collapsed kilns and forgotten farmyards, in any place where walls remember more than their makers. Beasts of the Ruins are patient archivists. They sleep in doorways that no longer lead anywhere, listen through cracked stone and flint, and keep their own counsel about what is worth preserving.

Norwich holds some of the oldest sites tied to this Aspect, from the city walls and towers to hidden cellars and sealed rooms. Guild records suggest that the first serious attempts to catalogue Beasts began in these places, alongside crumbling churches and river defences. Out in the wider county, ruined priories, barrows and lost industrial yards provide just as much shelter, and the Beasts move between them as easily as you and I follow roads.

Hunters often disagree on where Ruins ends, and other Aspects begin. A crumbling seaside fort might be claimed for Season by one recorder and Ruins by another. A toppled tree-bridge over an old road could be argued for Wild, Night or Ruins depending on who files the report. The ledger for this Aspect is thick with notes in the margins and disputed sightings.

For now, we have gathered those Beasts most often witnessed in broken gateways, along shattered walls and beneath roofs open to the sky. These are the creatures that make their homes in what has fallen, watching over the gap between what was and what comes next.