Upon a sickly-looking horse, Pestilence, the Plaguebringer, moved slowly through the decaying land, a harbinger of pestilence and despair. With each step, the very earth beneath their hooves withered, and a noxious fog of contagion enveloped the landscape. In an ominous and chilling voice, Pestilence intoned, "Plagued, this Land shall become, as my touch ushers forth the creeping darkness of disease and decay."