Blood Oath
When the northern wind gusts, three Executioners rise, each signaled by the tolling bell. Fog, crows, ice – and then the heat. Their blood oath demands vengeance, and cold death awaits. Will you heed the warning?
The northern wind howls, stripping the trees bare. A thick fog begins to roll in from the shore, cold and damp against your skin. In the distance, the mournful, heavy toll of a bell rings out, once.
You remember the old rhyme, the one whispered in hushed tones on cold nights. The one about the Executioners Three.
"First comes the fog... Once rings the bell... The Hangsman is rising."
A shiver runs down your spine. It's starting.
