Once a warm patchwork of gold and green pastures whose harvest would feed all of Evermore, now the fields of Northglen are but a livid stew of brown and ash. The late summers air is made thick with the stench of decay as the Dark Witnesses toil over their wicked effigies using foul Reach magics to corrupt the soil.

All that now grows in the fields amongst the puddles of bloody mud and sown bones, are the odious Bloodthorn seeds which the Reachmen crop only to re-plant again deep in their victims. The seeds take root inside the heart whilst the cawing crows watch impatiently for the reaping of their most insidious harvest.

S.K