In another forest 3 people could be seen hurriedly riding through the forest, their destination unknown. Two of them wore deep brown hoods, while one was clad in heavy armour. Its silver surface glowed in the midday sun, its edges etched with golden highlights. On the chest, a large golden cross was beautifully embroidered. A symbol of the church of light.
"I hope we aren't too late," he said, as he urged his horse even faster. The two figures behind stared at him, not uttering a word, quietly rushing their horses to keep pace with the knight.
The three rode on for a while till they burst through a clearing. What they saw shocked them to no end. In front of them rotting corpses filled the area, the knight in silver descended from his horse his face in a grimace. He in fact, was to late.
Blood was spilled everywhere in the surroundings, and body parts littered everywhere, bodies clad in red robes. But something didn't add up. The heretic didn't usually leave bodies laying around.
