Dug low into the mountainside, the crypts of Crestshade’s now demolished chapel escaped the devastation caused by the rockslide. Inside its dripping stone walls, an overwhelming stench of decaying flesh foretells the arrival into the chamber of Reezal-Jul’s vile abomination.
Assembled from the meat, bone and sinew of the towns unfortunate ‘survivors’, and bound together by stitch and necromantic spell, the creature shelters in the foreboding gloom whilst gaining strength and sustenance from fresh corpse and gore as it prepares for its repugnant purpose; to wreck butchery and carnage upon the innocent peoples of Rivenspire.
S.K
The Tamriel Drifter 