Far to the north from here, there is a land that seems sain to the naked eye by the light of day! Rivers of blue, hills of green, and trees taller than man have seen. but, under live darker things. These wicked men that some would call pictton. they come in the night in the darkest mist. No sounds they make as they enter in. Leaveing only carnage and death behind them. No mercey they know, nor will they yeild, these lycanthrope only a god could kill!