Lord of the Talon

The vision of the fall of our great Lord of Talons is firmly etched upon my mind. The sight of him, cornered at every angle by bloodthirsty monsters, haunts me! After glimpsing this scene, I was heavy laden with a shield to the head and passed out. When a comrade revived me, the battle was over and Lord Talon was gone. Our foe upon the battlefield, as wretched and gruesome as they were, did not seem the type to show mercy. So of course we all assumed Lord of Talons was dead, murdered by them... there on the battlefield that blasted day that I fell by the wayside and went full with shame. However, we were underestimating our foe by regarding them as warmongering beasts, for as it turns out, their devotion to the Wraiths is sick and twisted; their roots to the Wraith sink deep in sadistic spirals. They kept our Lord Talon alive, so to mutate him into their savage tool. They work to keep him living and mutating, but sedate him just enough to keep him from interfering in their process. I feel his own voice call out to me, begging for relief from the burden of the naughty treatments. Will you join us in our campaign to free our Lord Talon and kill the mutations?