Sometimes I wonder what life was like before magic burst into existence, prior to the Magical Battle of 810 destroyed our world. What it was like before there have been Wyrd Blood, or we had been forced into hiding.

And that is what I am doing for years, hiding me and my team. But that’s about to end. My crew is starving and items are getting dire. When I get desperate enough to try and steal from Ryker, one of the toughest guys in these parts, factors go south and my Wyrd Bloodstream origins are outed.

But it’s not all bad. Ryker can help maintain me alive in the mysterious illness that’s been plaguing me. He can also give food to my crew. The thing I must do in return is start another war.

Contains mature themes.