House o’ Marsh -
As the sun rises, a cool breeze strikes the face of Marcus o’ Marsh. “Ah, what I lovely morning it is,” groans Marcus. “It feels as though trouble is brewing in the western parts of Loda.” For Marcus was right indeed, the possessed riders of Evloda had engaged with the White Golagofs during the night. Marcus had always heard tales and myths of the ancient Evloda riders. But yet, never believed them.
“They are dark, fearless, and hateful creatures.” Marcus had heard from his grandfather, who had passed away many a years ago. “They sleep during the day, run wild at night, ransacking unprotected villages.”
“Why are they not killed, father of knowledge?” said a young Marcus…
“To this day, I still do not know how they roam unchallenged.” said Marcus.


We were ninety minutes out of our last port of call, heading south by south-west through a choppy sea and settling in to our final course for Southampton, with a following wind of Force 3 on the Beaufort scale, when everything started happening.

