Story: The archives of the Holy Regime held reports of a monster of sorts fleeting from the plague stricken town of Sjordin. Scouting patrols had found the ruined settlement - or what stood of it- overcrowded with mice and insects. Despite the scorched land and wasted armor from that of an occult faction, they had not found a single corpse from what seemed a very recent battle.
Suddenly, Captain Rubi'dan, whom lead the foray, wiffed a fresh, rotting aroma and darted from the group to follow it's trail. Upon reaching the opposite end of the town he managed to catch a glimpse of a grotesque silhouette with a cloaked figure perched ontop in the distance. Looking closer, he speculated this "rider" wore similar garbs to that of the residents of Sjordin and was in the middle of an unfriendly chase. Bolting in full gallop were four dissimilar horseman- not of his camp- no more than forty yards and closing on the unknown person. Rubi'dan watched the violent party disappear into the direction of the Forest of Passing. He gazed in distress, peering into the foggy wasteland a moment longer only to now detect the roll of gallops from his patrol group.
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