| The skulls at the base of the camp are like lanterns lighting the way into hell, and you can not help but think this as you enter the camp of the Four Horsemen. As you look around you at the many servant girls scantily clad and shivering in the night, as much from terror as from the cold. The Horsemen are not here, currently off riding, putting another tribe of people to the sword, and yet the prisoners do not dare to attempt escape, because the dangers of the wastelands are even worse than whatever they might have to face living as slaves. You wander aimlessly around the camp, but noone dares speak to you. Soon, you realize why, the Horsemen have returned from there ride. It is not long before they catch sight of you, for you do not belong in their camp.... |