Some men you can see the hate in their eyes.

Whatever childhood fears and pain rot into that fevered pulse that powered dark hearts. A fetid air followed men like these. Sludge in their steps and ever downward spirals marked their journeys.

Some were born that way and some were made. But neither stayed my hand if they stepped in my way. Mercy is not meant for men such as those.

The third regiment of Malton stayed strong for a full decade before the walls were breached. The regulars were able to keep their discipline after the lord’s son, Finn, delivered an early warning. The fen hadn’t been seen in years, but that didn’t stop them from spilling over the walls that afternoon. A bloody day that gave birth to a bloodier night as betrayal led the gates to be opened.

Aye, hate lives in the eyes of certain men. But for the betrayed— any manner of revenge is accepted. So, as a lost epic from sunken halls called forth from the echoes of times, so too did a baleful light gleam from the eyes of the once fallen and betrayed, so too will sunken warriors return to do battle with the fen and their mortal agents.