“Woe betide all should the abominations breathe the sweet air of the world again.” Sweat beaded Casca’s brow and a feeling of utmost dread enveloped him as he read the seer’s words. The soul eaters were returning, and fate of the land rested in the hands of a seemingly mismatched four.
A narcotic loving tavern owner descended from a sorcerer of legend.
A giant axeman from the frozen north, dying from a cancer in his head.
A cold-eyed swordswoman haunted by a long-dead sorceress, and a dark-skinned wanderer from the far corner of the world, seeking redemption for a gruesome act of vengeance committed in his youth.
Casca knew they would need all the help they could get to prevent the soul eaters and their demonic servants from plunging the land into a new age of darkness.