As a Knight of the Adventurers Guild, Sir Dawson considered himself to be pretty brave. Slayer of monsters, Saver of Damsels, he thought himself to be one of the strongest Knights in the realm. But the man in front of him, the Warden of Darklight Prison, was suggesting that all of the beasts he had faced were nothing compared to this monster. Gibbering, the Warden explained how the monster took on hosts, bending their bodies into horrible shapes and taking down armoured Knights with ease. "Yeah right, I will have this thing dead in a jiffy!"scoffed the knight, " This will be a feat the bards will sing about for years to come!" The next day, after acquiring a crew from the Adventurers Guild, he set off to fight the beast; he had dubbed it the Haunter and its victims, the Haunted. "M-my friend, F-fethnier, he was inf-fected by th-the beast." They had arrived at Darklight Prison. There was no physical damage, but Markel could sense the emotional scarring on the place. He was a squire to Sir Dawson and was regretting the decision to come on this hunt with every step he took. After dismounting from their horses, a steward led them to the bodies… Even Sir Louis looked away when he saw the tattered remains of what were once humans. And he was a hardened Knight. The bodies had bones sticking out from places they shouldn't be and the face… " How did this happen?!" demanded Sir Dawson "This a high security prison, nothing should be able to get out of here!" "We tried, but how do you fight something with no physical spirit?" protested the steward "The hosts feel no pain, and when the bodies are used up, the Haunt just moves onto another!" "Wait!, I think I might know just the man to deal with this" All eyes turned to Markel. "Well, spit it out son!" "He's an exorcist, he preaches in a church not far from here…" 

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