Disgustful wet slapping noises are heard from the utmost darkness. Something wicked is coming. At times like this you tend to remember all the weird stories you heard from locals of Mournes county. Some of them told that lord Scarweald sold his soul to the devil in search for the secret of the eternal life right after his wife passed away from mysterious disease. Others insist that he made a pact with notorious smuggler Willie the Eel trying to get the infernal spices from distant lands for his alchemy experiments. Or maybe he’s just a lunatic who keeps overseas animals down in the castle dungeons?..

The footsteps are closing in... Something is dragging over the floor... The shadows are running in the dark corners of the castle dungeon. You can almost smell a foul breath in your face. The silent scream is about to come out of your dry lips. You better pray that it’s only animals...