In the south-west of Eretejva trouble and unrest was stirring. Many had been dubious at best when the Eternum had suddenly turned up in their boats one day and just suddenly built their city in their lands. They were a pain and unwelcome, but not much more. They had kept their promises made in the Nordenfiir capital, so no out right attacks had been done against the people. Still unholy monsters now walked their land, land that seemed to be dying in their presence, almost as though the land itself was rejecting them.
Where once during the summer in the south some cherished plants might spring from the ground, during the rare chances where the ice and snow no longer covered the land, now many of those plants were wrought with rot. The animals that roamed the land had thinned, many having become sickly. Dead fish washed up on the shores in droves. Dea'roh were all but absent from these lands now no doubt an omen. With plant and animal alike suffering so soon did man. With food already a scarce thing having that little dying was something that could not happen. Then while people starved, as the hunter searched for anything to eat, almost as a mockery to them they would see the skeletal form of an animal turned to undeath.
One day however a hunter messed up and killed one of the creatures. It is unclear whether he had killed it out of rage when he learned that these undead monsters were eating the plants and animals, that those monsters were the reason so many were dying, or maybe he had killed it out of desperation taking what little nutrients he could from the flesh that clung to its visage and remained in its bones to feed his family. The story was not completely clear, Steve had not cared about what the why, more about the message that the terrified man delivered:
"He killed them, he killed them all! They are dead, every single one of them... and not just the men, but the women and children to, it was all for his animal, and he slaughtered them like animal. Do not kill the undead animals! One of the necromancers, Steve was his name, He is obsessed with those creatures he sees them as his friends, or children, or something. Oh gods, the only reason he left me alive was to serve as a warning to not touch his animals, though he did not leave me totally unscathed..."
The man rolled up his pant leg to reveal that his leg had been replaced with that of a boar.
Word of what happened soon spread.
Where once during the summer in the south some cherished plants might spring from the ground, during the rare chances where the ice and snow no longer covered the land, now many of those plants were wrought with rot. The animals that roamed the land had thinned, many having become sickly. Dead fish washed up on the shores in droves. Dea'roh were all but absent from these lands now no doubt an omen. With plant and animal alike suffering so soon did man. With food already a scarce thing having that little dying was something that could not happen. Then while people starved, as the hunter searched for anything to eat, almost as a mockery to them they would see the skeletal form of an animal turned to undeath.
One day however a hunter messed up and killed one of the creatures. It is unclear whether he had killed it out of rage when he learned that these undead monsters were eating the plants and animals, that those monsters were the reason so many were dying, or maybe he had killed it out of desperation taking what little nutrients he could from the flesh that clung to its visage and remained in its bones to feed his family. The story was not completely clear, Steve had not cared about what the why, more about the message that the terrified man delivered:
"He killed them, he killed them all! They are dead, every single one of them... and not just the men, but the women and children to, it was all for his animal, and he slaughtered them like animal. Do not kill the undead animals! One of the necromancers, Steve was his name, He is obsessed with those creatures he sees them as his friends, or children, or something. Oh gods, the only reason he left me alive was to serve as a warning to not touch his animals, though he did not leave me totally unscathed..."
The man rolled up his pant leg to reveal that his leg had been replaced with that of a boar.
Word of what happened soon spread.