Your pulse quickens.
The eternal impure with blood lust empowered our ezomyr endured but soon all were devoured.
In unending war death waited at the door.
Then hour by hour men fell as summer soured.
You are hunted.
Fang, tooth and claw.
Tortured under the moon.
The pack suffered but endured and howled now in tune.
No tales were told.
None new, none old and their endless hunger grew ever stronger.
As night falls winter's chill sought the unworthy through an endless night they wither and tarry.
Forsaken frosts as cold as death.
Of Beira's misery the pack won't forget.
The air grows colder.
Agnar the runed.