You shiver in the cold, as the snow and ice bite at your exposed skin as you are locked up in a cage to be sold, shivering in the chill of winter.

Suddenly, you hear a soft thwang, and you look up to see a blood arrow sailing through the air. It strikes one of your captors dead, and they slump over, unmoving, without a sound. You look over to see the blood goddess, Vallahed, standing in the distance, her eyes full of vengeance and fury.