Whoever said that revenge cannot be sweet has not met Nukrae, a dark
practioner that had been hidden behind a veil of magick just off the
plains of Modin Valley. He recently chose to reveal himself and ventured
to Stavenn, speaking somewhat ambigously of his artwork and the source
of it. The Lord of the Damned, Lachlan, chose to walk with Nukrae to
learn more about this artwork of his and quickly found himself
surrounded by several mutations, some a patchwork of human form, others
more animal in nature, but none left untouched by the hand of Nukrae.

Giving a cackle, Nukrae told Lachlan he'd see him in his chambers if he
could find his way and he slipped into the shadows. As Lachlan worked
his way through the many beasts in what is now known as a Veiled
Chaparral, a grotesque mutation of immense size and strength was
summoned into Stavenn, not once, but three times before Nukrae himself
was temporarily stopped in his tracks.

Nukrae seeks anyone willing to aid him with his revenge on Stavenn, whom
he claims condemned him years ago for his use of citizens as the basis
of his many...creations. He also invites anyone who can appreciate his
rather dark, twisted displays of art and creation to seek out the mists
shrouding the valley he has claimed as his own.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Tenebrae, in the year 493 AD.