The Widow - Bust

"My name’s Aldric Gravesend... Mage Hunter-Lieutenant of the Fourth Inquisition.

And I’m puttin’ together a special kind of team. And I need me some brave folks. Y’see, there’s Archmages out there — wicked sorts — hidin’ in their black towers, conjurin’ abominations, stitchin’ flesh to bone, stealin’ folk from their beds for their damned experiments. The realm’s too scared or too blind to see what’s brewin’.

But I ain’t. Now, every man and woman that rides with me got one task — for every Archmage we find, for every coven we burn, and for every flesh-spawn we cut down, you’ll owe me a trophy. A finger, a staff, a mage’s eye — I don’t care what, but I want proof. Because when they speak the name of Aldric Gravesend and his hunters, I want the mages to quake in their robes. I want ‘em to know — if they deal in dark arts, we’re comin’ for ‘em.

So if you got a grudge against magic, if you lost kin to their curses, and if you ain’t afraid to wade through blood and fire — saddle up.

BASTARDS! We ride at Night!"