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You stare into the gothic night as the West wind gusts across your face, drying every cell and chilling every muscle. There's no way possible at this time to find your way back to Tristram, considering you have walked a full day to get where you are now. Wounded by evil invaders of your town, you have managed to escape Tristam and are now trying to seek help from neighbouring towns.
"...All was peacefult until the Dark Riders came and destroyed our village. Many were cut down where they stood, and those who took up arms were slain or dragged away to become slaves - or worse. The church at the edge of town has been desecrated and is being used for dark rituals. The screams that echo in the night are inhuman, but some of our townsfolk may yet survive..."
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