The moon light penetrated through the dense forest trees and lit a small path guiding Victor to his destination, a small sleepy village of Romanik. Victor had heard that the neighboring king had a home there for the winter season. It was perfect for them because there were no real roads or paths. The legend goes that the surrounding forest was to much to tame by any invention to man and would grow back before they could create a road. The town was first built for the seclusion of the king and his family but over time other settlers opened up shop. They too wanted seclusion from the outside world. Victor had heard that the town folk were superstitious and were making outlandish stories about the forest sheltering a small cult of people who were practicing the illegal art of "black" magic. The town folk had spoke about the dead rising again and ghouls and the cult of the black moon. Victor had never heard of them but when they residence started disappearing he was a little suspicious himself. The retired soldier and now paid mercenary, Victor was heading towards the town of Romanik for the sole purpose of fame and glory. Word came to him about the king setting out a plea for anyone to help discover the truth behind the missing people. He knew he couldn't send his own soldiers into the forest because they were off with his general fighting a northern enemy. His guard were few and he would not dare have them sent in and leave his family unprotected. The only real solution was to get someone willing and insane to do this thought Victor, who was just the man for the job. The journey was a long and tiresome ordeal for Victor. His horse was also tired from navigating through the dense forest. He knew he was close and would not stop til he reached his destination so he pushed on through. He only carried the necessities which were his standard bow and quiver of arrows that wrapped around his built chest. His iron sword at his waist, a week supply of rations and a small purse of gold. The rest he would have to require when he arrived. The sounds of the living forest startled his horse and it froze. Victor too had heard the sounds of breaking branches and prepared for an attack but to n avail nothing appeared. He eased up and realized that it was all in his head. All that thinking about the town folks stories got the best of him. He lightly kicked the side of his horse. The horse neighed before moving forward again. Victor was a rational man and one who was a skeptic to most ideas of faith. He thought this whole wild goose hunt was almost laughable before hearing that the king himself had declared a reward. Victor wanted to be the first to get there and claim it so he kept on through the night til he saw a glimpse of civilization ahead. The lit torches at the south end of the town appeared behind the town and Victor had finally arrived. The town was mostly asleep as he traveled down the dirt path. He found a small inn not to far from the entrance and heard songs and conversation through the wooden doors. He tied up his horse at the nearby post and walked over to the doors. Victor would have to wait til morning to reach an audience with the king.