Inside the grand cathedral of the Holy Empire of Landor, right under the Pontiff and the Emperor's noses, there is Archbishop Pyratus Heolfor. The third most powerful in the empire, and by far the most extreme. Pyratus stands in his bedroom, looking in a mirror, admiring his sharp features and wrinkled face. He's an elderly sphynx cat man, but don't let his old age trick you into thinking he's a weak man. He slips on into his red robes and puts on his heaps of golden jewelry, a dagger behind his back incase anyone invades and a fire spell prepared. He steps out into his office. It's well decorated yet shadily lit by several candles. After a while, footsteps can be heard as the first guest arrives. "Greetings, Master Pyratus." A low voice says. In walks a black furred wolf with red and black robes. This is Edgar Heolfor, Pyratus' son and the leader of the Malimorian Blood Cult. His red eyes shine with a bloodthirsty stare. "Ah! Edgar!" Pyratus says, a cruel smile on his face. Just then, his expression changes to one of anger. "You're late. Pathetic boy." Pyratus hisses. Edgar gets on his knees as he bows deeply. "Apologies, master." He says. "My subordinates were restless. They demanded a slaughter, and so I gave it to them. Our river of blood yet flows." "Get up." Pyratus demands as Edgar obediently scrambles to his feet. A short while passes as the two conversate before a horrid stench is smelt. In walks a black and green furred skunk wearing dirty clothes and a large black and green cloak. Saka the Skunk, Pyratus' top assassin, and the only man crueler than him. "Hello~" He says in his high and nasally voice. Edgar covers his nose, but says nothing. Pyratus smiles and welcomes the skunk inside. "Ah! Saka!" He says. "Welcome, welcome. How is your horde of zombies doing?" Saka grins. "Well!" He exclaims. "The spores are happy, the mushrooms are happy! The mushrooms in our brains! Soon, we will take over the entire Great Woods!" Pyratus nods. "But you know the Great Woods are not what my eyes our set on, skunk." Pyratus says. "Magicka is what I want. Once Magicka is out of the picture and those stupid sorcerers are eradicated, we can rule all of Landor. Then, the rivers of blood we leave in our wake will become oceans, and I..." Pyratus' grin grows. "... Will be a god." Then, more footsteps could be heard. "Oh?" Pyratus says. "It seems we have another visitor."