Sir Orric Slayer of the Unholy
As Sir Orric Slayer of the Unholy presses forward through the town's wreckage, a sudden rustling in the shadows alerts him to a potential threat. Gripping Volsongil tightly, he tenses, ready to confront whatever lurks in the darkness. Emerging from the shadows, a pack of feral vampires, their eyes glowing with hunger, encircle you, their intended prey. Their hisses and snarls fill the air with menace as they close in, their intentions clear.