A stalking shadow..

[Rumours of Cove]

Peasant: Oi'! Ser! Ah 'ave this.. strange feelin' .. Tha' something be stalkin' me!

Guardsman: Heh! Ye know wha'.. Terday our own commander got struck down by ah couple of.. shadows!

Peasant: Eh?! *Peasant turns pale* wh'..a'a ye mean..?

Guardsman: Seriously! Ah was standin' guard at em barracks and suddenly the Commander runs out chased by shadows! They struck him down right infront of em church!

Peasant: ... *peasant has fled*

Guardsman: Churchies said 'em where the followers of the Guardian.. *Looks to his left and then to his right* Bleedin'... I'd rather have some Vesperians. *tightens grip on halberd*

[Rumours of Cove]

Far, far away. In the northern parts of the realm. In the deep forests of Yew trees and underbrush there are the ruins of a sacred crypt. Rumours speak of walking dead who inhabit the cold rocks. It seems the rumours speak truth. Between dying trees and wilted flowers, between spiderweb and forgotten graves, the Undead have their home. They call it the Undead lands. It is a vast complex of underground tunnels and catacombs and above grounds there are several large buildings, built of mourning stone and spilled with the blood of sacrificed mortals. Evil lurks behind every corner

Nyss one is sssave..