The promise of immortality means little to a Drake or a rockworm. Bringing them into the service of the Cult of K'Lenth requires a different form of persuasion, administered with the tip of a blade or the crack of a whip. This is the responsibility of the Cult's beastmen, who venture to the four corners of Teledria to track, capture and, if things go wrong, hunt the creatures that reside there.
Hadrux was one of those beastmen whose mission was to ram the nomadic animal trains that came down from the Dead Lands and crossed the Krokan Desert. Other, less talented, beastmen had previously failed in their attempts to raid these convoys. As a result, the lightly armed guards had been replaced by highly trained mercenary Lizardmen. If he was confident in his abilities, Hadrux had to choose his moment carefully. He landed in his hunting hideout in the Dead Lands, hoping to spot a stray wagon or a lost traveler.
For days, the wagon trains moved close by and Hadrux watched his prey drift away. But on the fifth day of observation, he noticed a change. The panicked murmur of wagon drivers, the close formation of guards and a menacing glow in the sky. In the distance, the long-silenced Mount Thunder rumbled, fire devouring a tree from its open maw as lightning struck its peak. Wagon drivers and guards were all nervous and in a hurry to leave the vicinity of the volcano, their disorganization offering an opportunity to strike. Hadrux gathered his equipment and prepared to leave. He was interrupted by a small figure opening the flap of his hiding place.
It was a bipedal cat, dressed in hunting gear and clutching papers in its hands. He spoke of the need to deal with an otherworldly creature that had appeared on the nearby volcano and had the potential to trigger an all-out eruption. The cat held the piece of paper in his hand, begging Hadrux to help him. Hadrux, having recovered from his stupor, crouched down to calm the feline. He picked up the paper and inspected the cat's strange handwriting and hastily made scribbles. They showed the nearest extinct eruption that seismic activity threatened to create for this mysterious monster. Scribbled at the bottom was its name: Alatereon. Hadrux had his new prey, something far more important than the cattle guarded by the Nomads.
Hadrux grabbed his most reliable and powerful piece of equipment, a hunting scythe considered the most formidable in all Teledria, stuffed the note in his pocket and prepared to leave the hideout. The cat, claiming to be a Palico, asked if he could help. Hadrux refused; it was easier to hunt alone, and if this Alatereon was as dangerous as this tiny creature claimed, a distraction would be fatal. After leaving, Hadrux kept the Palico's warnings in mind for a while, until they disappeared into the howling winds of the Dead Lands. With the mountain now awake as his guide, Hadrux trudged on through the impossible desert, thinking of the glory that would be his if he succeeded in bringing this otherworldly monster back to its masters.
Hadrux finally reached the base of Mount Thunder, whose slopes were now covered with a strange mixture of snow and ash, something that should be impossible. Storm clouds swirled in the sky, illuminated by flashes of lightning, and descending flows of lava bubbled up from the mountain's summit. As Hadrux continued to climb, this elemental storm became more violent. At least Hadrux could console himself with the thought that he had lived long enough to encounter something capable of causing such a concussion.
Hadrux quickly spotted his prey on an island in the middle of a lava flow. Enveloped in frost and fire, the Alatereon saw Hadrux in turn, and a howl ripped through the skies. Before Hadrux could draw his scythe, the monster was in the air, raining jets of flame in his direction. It took to the sky with terrifying speed, practically toying with Hadrux as the Revenant Chevalier dodged its fiery breaths. Hadrux had to decide which mountain to land on: one false step while navigating the lava flows and he'd be consumed by the molten embrace.
As Hadrux leapt over the run-off, the Alatereon stopped its pursuit and flew towards the base of the volcano. Surprised to get this respite, Hadrux looked around and spotted a small silhouette in the distance, the Palico, which was attracting the monster's attention by jumping and mewing wildly. This gave Hadrux the time he needed to climb down the slopes of the volcano. He exchanged a knowing glance with his saviour before drawing his scythe. He hurled himself at Alatereon like a cyclone of blades, and they clashed amidst the lava flowing from Mont Tonnerre, lightning striking all around.
Hadrux never returned to the Revenant Knights, and his fellow beastmen never discovered his corpse. During their wanderings through the Dead Lands, all they could report was the appearance of a black-clad figure carrying a fearsome scythe that crackled with unstable-looking energy.
harvest of life 
Polymorph 
