Ursan Tribe

Look around you. The Ursan tribe ? once noble, for a lesser race ? now raves with fel-induced madness. Their hearts are shattered, their minds lost.

They have defiled one of our sacred moonwells... and slain its guardian. Such transgression cannot go unanswered.

Were the times less dire, I would seek to mend their spirits. But you?ve seen it ? what the fel moss does to these woods. Once it takes root, there is no redemption for their kind.

Cull them. As many as you can. Bring me their charms ? pitiful relics, once crafted by their shamans to ward off evil spirits. A quaint belief.

<He smirks faintly, a bitter gleam in his eye.>

Clearly... they failed.

Time is of the essence ? do not waste it.

Their spirits now drift back to the Dream... to merge with Ursol, the Bear-God they worshipped with such fervor.

How ironic. For all their blind devotion, even Ursol could not shield them from corruption. Or perhaps... he chose not to.