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In the brackish water and rotten vegetation of the swamps, the Wyrm took refuge when the Eater of Souls was thrown from this world. Here, now, in the darkness gathering around the city of New Haven, the Wyrm has emerged again. Patiently, the spirit of Corruption has laid in its lair, waiting for the blessing of the city to fade, and searching for a way to twist this place of hope.
The Wyrm has been quiet, waiting to raise its head and shatter not only the blessing, but to strike at the very heart of their enemies. In the depths of their lair, the BSD have bred a new kind of warrior, and soon they will cry havoc, and release the dogs of war.