The weary travelers decided to rest at the ruins of Fehntop. When night fell upon the ancient watchtower, the less thoughful ones lit up a fire. Like a beacon, it drew the Dark Riders, who were on their trail for some time now. The wraiths swooped over the ruins like some terrifying birds of pray, their shrieks sending shivers down the spines of those ambushed travelers.
Luckily, the brave ranger Aranglor returned just in time. Will he chase off the Dark Riders, or will he succumb to heir blades?
