Snow whipped across Ratel's face as he stared at the outpost. Twice before he had been here and both times he had left it stained in blood from the rafters to the basement. He remembered his first time here, an old man driven near to madness by his time alone in the woods for years. But he had made friends here. Two friends who showed him the way. By the time he left the outpost he was a young man again, his eyes unclouded for the first time in as long as he could remember.
His second time was even sweeter for this time he knew what he was doing. He had mastered the art of ChayShan and lead the group. Not only had they reveled in the slaughter but he managed to pick up an item of power. One of far more importance than anyone realized. The Heart of an Immortal.
After two successful missions here the Cultists had taken it as a sign. They sent their new members here to test themselves against both the elements and the unsuspecting travelers trapped within the outpost. Only those truly dedicated to the Mysteries would survive here while all others would perish in the bitter cold that awaited them if caught.
Ratel turned and headed deeper into the forest, the stinging wind and biting cold barely noticeable. As much as I would love to join this game I sadly do not have the time. Ratel wishes the Cultists the best of luck. And will be watching.