- Village at the Border

Horses raced through the cold, rainy, night, their hooves repeating the same wet noises over and over as they smashed into the muddy path that acted as a road underneath them. Not far behind them were hounds, unleashed to hunt them down. Snapping at their heels, the hounds yapped as they ran, making their location known to other packs.

It was clear that they were trying to corral the horses into a specific area, since the houndmasters had split off from each other early into the chase.

Of course, they were not normal houndmasters, and these were not normal hounds. Where houndmasters were usually lightly armoured, allowing them to keep close to the hounds as they chased their prey, these ones were clad in heavy cadmium armour and wielded heavy swords. The hounds themselves also looked unnatural, with decayed flesh, rotting teeth and a sickly looking saliva dripping from their mouths.