Haywitch paced back and forth across the wall of the new defenses constructed around Crossroads. Finally he came to a halt as a small dust plume rose up in the distance. Soon after Marshal Nail dismounted from her Reaver mount, expressly purchased from the Godhunters for scouting the movements of the Corrupted Ruiners. “What news?” Asked Haywitch. “The Ruiners are still in the field, the Two-Stripes are all but destroyed. If past experience teaches us anything, the Ruiners

Roma Two-Stripe sat on a makeshift throne of wood and bone, cushioned with the most expensive furniture tally can buy, sipping from a forged glass goblet. In every aspect she was enjoying the most luxurious existence the wastes had to offer, and she was revelling in it. Alpine stood not too far away. His powerful presence was a small reminder of the constant danger that the life of a Ravager presented, but even that level of security was enough for her to lower her guard an

It was quiet in the small settlement of Salvation. The powerful winds of the Cold Snap had passed on over the rest of Sunfire Valley, kicking up enormous dust storms and Weird crystal mirages, but in Salvation there was only the distant sound of crashing waves. This did not however, bring a feeling of peace as one might expect. As the warmth of the sun peered over horizon and chased away the cold of winter, there was a growing feeling of unease that settled over the town.