And so we once again return to the village of Warren. It has been twenty-seven years since the last warg was slain. It was a rather odd night however, someone who had not been seen in many a year had returned. Deuce walked into town smiling openly wearing the cults wolf mask. It was not long before people confronted him. “My good people.” he said, “I have returned to convert you unbelievers now that more of my masters walk among you!” A rock was thrown, that was all the initiative people needed. The people swarmed and caught him. It was not long before he had been beaten to death.
Sinoel sat alone in his home preparing to use his abilities, which he had not used in many years. His nose began to bleed as he was struck by a vision of new wargs. They were in his room, shaking he turned to find himself staring at a wide-open mouth. Fangs quickly met bone as the beast tore his head from his shoulders. Spitting out the head on the floor, the warg began to eat the body. “Don’t be such messy eater master, you don’t want to alert the people of our arrival so soon.”