In recent months, locals from the city of Havseth have noticed strange movements within the nearby forests. At first it was just superstition, brushed away as bandits at worst and an old wives tale at best. But as time passed the reports grew, and those who lived in the forest began to act strange. Hunters refused to speak on the matter, acting hostile and strangely animalistic. It wasn't long before the issue had reached critical mass and a squad had to be sent.
The king sent forth three groups. The first, a hunters group, three members strong. Trained to fell beasts and uncover whatever mysteries might remain. The second, a band of ten mercenaries. What they lack in individual skill they make up for in numbers. The third and final, his own personal knights. Five in number and all trained to perfection.
Each of these groups entered the forest, and none returned. For they all fell to the same threat, a pack of werebeasts. The werebeasts planning an infiltration of the city, transforming all humans they find into fellow werebeasts to strengthen their cause. The hunters, the mercenaries, and the knights are all nothing more than werebeasts now... yet which story do we follow?