I was never any good at this, writing of my life. Tales of beasts and beauties are often far more interesting than the harsh realities of this wretched world, but alas, it is my duty as an officer of the South to document my findings and travels.
It has been three months since the death of Edwyn Westbrook, the northern general responsible for the massacre at the pass and the selling of military secrets to the South in exchange for wealth and protection. Reports surrounding his demise have been, to put it lightly, "embellished". Tales of a skeletal rider atop a flaming mare and sword strokes that cut the very air scutter about the royal estate as well as pubs. Reliable information has been rather tough to come by but I believe I have found something worth investigating. A man living in Duskmire, a small village in the north, claims to know what brought about this unholy rider. Normally I would dismiss this as drunken rambling but this man was a good friend of Edwyn and served with him in the northern army. I pray that whatever I find in that shithole is worth the voyage but even that may be too much to ask. It could at least make for an interesting story...