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.
Middle of the road
‘Sigrid stood at the gates to the inner city, clutching her gun tightly as the people gathered around before the regiment. They all looked rabid and malnourished as they clutched makeshift weapons. They yelled things and threw objects at the gates. The crowd grew louder and larger, and they threw more stones and loose pipes. Until a gunshot sounded, and a man in front of her fell. The crowd roared, and she was swept up in a flood of bodies.’
