"In a small village, near the Korcari wilds, the morning mist covers the land. Normally a small village, where children laughter, and small town farmers are usually found." A man in black leather armor says to a large group of people. "A body hangs from a sign post, and its inners have been torn out, it sways back and forth on the small flimsily rope that it was tied to. The once rich soil, is now baked with the bloods of the innocents. The once happy children, are now filled with arrows, torn with blades, and smashed with sledges. The delicate smell of fresh bread, has left with the faint smell of body's burning. This is the image is saw,.. I felt, ...and I lived as I arrived to my once humble home. I am a gray warden, I am knight Alfred, and I come to the lands meet with this horrific image, in hope to gain aid." A man in a yellow outfit stands up, "You surly don't think this is a blight do you?" the man mocks as he questions what the true meaning behind the Gray wardens request is. "I assure you, that this, is very much, a blight. I can fell there evil lurk in my bones, there hate scream's at me in my slumber. I'm here to ask you to act before its to late, before we are taken into the darkness..." The gray warden grabs his chest, he cant breath. He coughs up blood, as he loses his vision, darkness takes him in.
