*You'd just moved to the countryside sick of the life there and after saving up for what felt like forever you bought a small bit of land away from the bright lights and loud city noise.

It was all forest perfect and peaceful except for an occasional odd rumbling.

While you're out hunting you feel that rumble again and follow it to a hut in the mountains. As you get closer a man walks out from the hut and looks you over tilting his head.

Malduin: "Huh, you don't look like an occultists."