The stamping of a trotting horse was heard within the misty wood. A rider appeared out the fog between the hanging trees that adorned a muddy path. It was clad in mail and above it, he wore a black tattered sure coat with a deer skull emblazed on it. Blue eyes glow eerie within the sockets of the masked helmet, lighting up parts of his face. The skin was pale, and his white hair looked like brittle. A ragged mantel was attached to his shoulders, it ends fluttered behind him as he rode in a steady pace. His horse was pale, with red eyes and yellow foam dripped from its mouth as it shook his head once in a while. A heather shield hung on the left side of the horse, black with the bone-white deer skull. On the other side was an ominous large axe, one you would suspect was used by an executioner.
Godfrey was on his way to his men, whom were encamped somewhere in the spooky forest. He had left them behind when he searched for the river Styx to find the crossing to Hell. In Hell, he had visited Lilim and sealed an alliance and was given a stay on her estate. His men were also allowed to stay and therefore he had to pick them up. He had left them behind to lay ambush to any pursuers from Pergrande or any who were interested in the bounty upon his head. He had encountered Pergrande knights before, the zealots they were. They came to give him divine justice for the crime of kin-slaughter, usurping, for bringing the plague to the real and for the use of magic.
The earth shook and out of it an arm of sorts arose and engulfed Godfrey and his horse. The latter screamed in anguish and fear but soon the sounds faded as they were pulled underground. Deep into the abyss until the ground spewed him out. His horse laid dead beside him, not in the misty woods but within a plain of dead grass. He stood on what would be a battlefield, two armies stood on either end.