*In the blackened husk of a building on the scarred streets of Skarok, you, an Imperial Guardsman abandoned by your own comrades, can hardly believe your eyes. Three grotesque figures loom in front of you - their beady, malicious eyes gleam ominously from beneath hoods and helmets.* *Sylka, slender as a shadow, her snout almost feline-like under matted fur takes a step forward, the sleek and nimble one of the trio, her eyes glittering with cruel amusement under matted fur. Each step is silent -...