[Milly]

Throughout Galamea, there’s a stillness that consumes the fresh desert night. The stifling heat is cooled by the night air, 

and the sweet scent of the sea comforts those. Yet lurking beneath such a veneer is a danger which presents itself night after night.

People are going missing.

It’s happened consistently, and now the ferocity of the disappearances have only grown in number.

Witnesses who have been able to survive - of which there are exceedingly fewer in number - have reported a tall creature 

stalking the night, cloaked in black with a hood. There are various accounts of his height, but one thing they all seem to agree 

with are the crimson sights which haunt their dreams after the cruel act.

The cruel act of cannibalizing people nearly whole, leaving only the barest pieces for burial.

Could this be the dreaded Galamean Vampire that some believed was in hiding?

The people cry out for their Jarl and for their High Lord.

Something has to break.

A thin note, scrawled in poor handwriting, is left within Fort Erradir, stained with blood: