Sent by Mannfred to establish an outpost in the Ghurish heartlands, Xavian’s warband encountered the full wrath of the realm of beasts. Under constant attack by the denizens of Ghur, Xavian lost sight of his original mission and slowly succumbed to the power of the realm. Taking refuge amongst the dank swamps they preyed upon the local peoples and fauna until they discovered something hidden. Beneath the waters were ruins, remains of some long lost civilization, and with it were trapped the countless souls of its people. Starving for power, Xavian called upon these spirits, raising a fell army from the murk. Amber power surging through them, the vampire’s and their horde completely forgoing Mannfred’s orders, began a hunt for something so much greater.
Duel at the End of Ash and Sigils
He tasted blood, and he spit it out. Beside him, Xshaeta’s head was hanging limp. Isthubar turned his neck towards the Blightking, hissing at him.With extreme effort, he staggered to his feet. An ugly, blubbering belly laugh greeted him as he once more faced the...