Your are Igor, a fatherless bastard, a town's whoreson. You spent most of your life In the village of Yende with your lovely wench and six of your younglings.
In a span of three winters, you lost all of your sons; only Madeleine, the pearl of your life clings to this world. you could't lose her. not her.
You had to leave your family, your village for colours of odd jobs in nearby city of Cofen. You poured every coin you earned for your wife and daughter.
You should have never left the village.
You found your faithful tangled up with another man after months of naught but hard work. Oldren the blacksmith was his name. Primal rage blinded you in the next minutes, rivers of crimsons flowed when you regained your senses. Your rusty knife had its share of blood for the
day.To make things worse, your pearl witnessed all of this.
You couldn't blame her as she bolted out of the house screeching in the middle of night. Soon, the whole village was awaken.
You couldn't explain it but you felt it everything but your heartbeat stopped after a strange howl, a black hound with coals for eyes and two tails afire sat next to you. A working of hex he is as started to speak, he sounded like the highfolk you served in Cofen "Quite a mess you did there, chap." he waggled his tail while staring at your work.
>Y-ye are the wolf of Lenneth? here to plough and feast on the dead?>AWAY! AWAY!>Outta me mind, demon>w-who are ye?>if yer're for me soul,take it...take it but leave me daughter alone.>Merciful Mukre, dispel this evil. grant us mercy>[Attempt to stab him]>[Say nothing]>Write in 