Ghastful predators stalked the night in Hungrytown.

Gravestones overturned as the restless dead emerged, heeding the call of more powerful monsters to come forth.

Ghouls emerged from their crypts, no longer content to chew on old bones.

Tonight was special.

A creature of hunger and death had emerged from where it had been chained below the ground.

Atop one of the larger tombs, a Dreadwulf had appeared.

Its howls summoned the lesser creatures and infected them with its hunger, for such creatures were forever hungry.

Formed from the body and cursed soul of a werewolf that had starved to death, the creatures were mostly unheard of in the rest of the world but more common in Gadobhra.

Legend said that Mama Laveau hated the were creatures with a cold passion after they took one of her family from her.

When she caught them, they were entombed alive, and the door was sealed with silver etched runes.

Dozens of the abominations were rumored to be buried in the graveyards around Hungrytown, and tonight one of them was loose.A shiver went down Diego's spine.

The old Inquisitor had seen many horrors in his time, but as the monster stood on its misshapen legs and howled at the sky, something deep inside of him was begging him to run and hide.

Luckily, he wasn't alone in the old graveyard.

During the hours of daylight, the local defenders had organized.

Signs and portents had warned them of the emergence of a greater spirit that would gather an army to attack their small village.

They had called on the Baron for aid, and William responded enthusiastically.

Baron William of Gadobhra nursed a deeply held grudge against the undead of Hungrytown.

It was whispered that one had challenged him for his city, and William had vowed to eradicate the nightwalkers forever.Diego was thankful for the thick shadows that hid the small group of defenders.

Added to the darkness of the night and the ever-present fog of Hungrytown, the spell was highly effective at hiding their large group of living creatures.

That a barmaid had cast the magical protection had surprised him.

He had to remind himself that the girl was also the village mayor and an adventurer.

He'd asked questions a few times about her odd assortment of magic but never gotten much of an answer except for a shy smile and a shrug.

Benjamin had been a better source of information, as usual.

The sharp-eyed courier had helped the old Inquisitor answer many questions he had about the town.

The story of how a circle of white witches had come together to fight a menace from beyond the stars had been enthralling.

He mentioned it in his reports while not mentioning specific names.

Too many of his peers would focus on 'witch' and forget about their color.Ben had pointed out several of them, and Diego saw the pattern.

A milkmaid who followed in the footsteps of a local saint.

An elderly woman who baked cookies for the children to make sure they had good dreams, and a village mayor who learned what magics she could find in order to protect her town.

Good women, all of them, carrying on with their mundane lives and coming together in times of trouble.

Such as tonight.

The winds were also cooperating, carrying the stench of the undead their way but carrying their scents away from the monsters.

One of the town's defenders worked in the tannery and had learned to cast an air aspected spell that would carry the foul smell of the tannery away from the town.

It worked equally well here.

He would include the use of this spell in his next report.

Every legion outpost had a tanner, but few had an Air Mage.

The night before the full moon, they had seen a gathering of undead in Hungrytown.

Baron William had led a small raid to keep the ghouls in check and trim their number.

When the largest of them died, the creature laughed and claimed a greater evil would destroy them the next night.

The quest immediately followed.

A Doom Foretold!The undead that crawl from the crypts of Hungrytown are gathering in secret, awaiting the first night of the full moon.

Spirits whisper that a foul beast will slip its chains and lead them as they lay siege to the village of Sedgewick for three nights.

Bar the windows and lock your doors! A call goes out for Heroes to defend the Village from the evil that marches from Gadobhra.