The Blood God's Huntsmen

  In all hours, in all weathers, sentinels stand upon the ramparts of remote forts and lonely watchtowers up and down the Black River country, and listen in fear for the wail of a hunting horn, and the unearthly baying of a pack of Devil-hounds...for this horrid music heralds the approach of the Mad Hunt of Chaos...one of the most feared warbands in all the loathsome and corrupted host of the