Uredin

"The reaper entered like a storm. No blade could stop its approach. The lord's eyes held such fear before the screaming began." - Line from a Yalnor ghost story Uredin the Noble Reaper strikes in the dead of night. His victims live only long enough to taste their impending deaths before falling to his blade. Fear not, unless your heart is wicked, Uredin will spare you. Only the greatest sinners succumb to his wrath. None know who this reaper is. Indeed, he was long believed to be nothing more than the subject of ghost stories. A bandit would disappear here. A crime lord would vanish there. But it could all be explained away... until it couldn't. One dark night in a castle in the Yalnor Kingdom, the doors blew open with a great gust of wind. Heavy footsteps pounded the stone floor. Many guards tried to stop the reaper from entering the castle, but their swords passed through him as though he were made of smoke. He marched steadily towards the great hall. There, a corrupt aristocrat was hosting a banquet attended by equally heinous officials. They laughed when they first saw the reaper enter until he drew his sword. In a single blow, he split a minister from head to neck... the first of many a sinner to perish that night. The life drained from the wicked seemed to flow into the reaper, sustaining him. No fewer than a hundred soldiers failed to stop him before he vanished into the moonless night. Scholars from the White Tower have speculated that this legendary figure may be called "Uredin," an ancient title meaning "Noble Knight." What cause he may be fighting for is the subject of much speculation. Perhaps he is an ancient knight following a sworn oath to defend justice and eliminate corruption forever. Or perhaps this is merely a story people tell themselves. So long as they are good, surely they will not fall victim to the reaper's shadowy blade.