Rumor has come to the ears of a Witch, that a stronghold west of Meranthe, upon an isle in the distance, had deemed itself a proper company of Witch-Hunters in recent years. Moving about by sea, to capture and ritually execute those deemed guilty of wielding Black Magic in purging flame.

Deemed both a risky presence to allow to continue on, as well as a potential place of interest to recover belongings of now-deceased practitioners of the dark arts? Preparations begin, to lay siege upon the fortress. And those so-called hunters of her kin? Fair play was turnabout, as far as the Fel Demi-God was concerned.

May they find no rest in the ashes.