“Have I been cursed? Once again I was upon the ramparts on Pallowen and once again the gods granted me a terrible vision. I was doing my patrols when the air grew so chill I thought I would freeze in my armor. Suddenly I heard a terrible racket from above and looked up to see a carriage, pulled by spectral horses and driven by a coachman so horrible I thought my heart would seize up. I watched as he passed over one of my fellow guards and pulled him into his wretched cart before vanishing into the night sky. I will never forget it. And I will certainly be switching shifts next year.”
- From the report of Falen Cooper, wall guard
The crack of a whip. The terrible clattering of hooves cutting through the still night air. The ghastly inevitability of what this creature of retribution carries with it in its loathsome carriage. These are the details of stories whispered by cutthroats in back alleys and by bandits around their campfires. Tales of punishment for crimes left unanswered and of victims left unavenged. Beware they say, with their eyes turned toward the starless sky and what it holds beyond its borders. Beware the dread coachman.
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