The moon gleamed bright over the forest, as the sounds of the evil that was stirring rung out through the trees. A foul creature stalked the underbrush, searching for some unfortunate soul to feast upon, and a man clad in silver followed it. He bore a shield and a mace, both silvered and glimmering unnaturally in the moonlight. His eyes shown like moons themselves, as they scanned through the trees, anticipating the beast's next move. Silas Salhada had been tracking this monster for some time, and he had finally cornered it in these woods. He had set up wards among the trees earlier that would prevent the beast from passing, funneling it into its death. As Silas strode forward, a twig snapped under his foot, and the creature suddenly lashed out towards the sound. There was just enough time for Silas to raise his shield to block the claws of the creature, and he wasted no more time bringing his mace to strike the monster in the jaw. It unleashed a hellish scream that echoed...