A narrow boat drifted silently across the Screaming River.
Its dark wooden frame cut through the black waters without a sound. At the front of the tiny vessel hung a lone lantern, its pale light swaying gently as it illuminated the endless mist ahead.
Inside the boat sat a towering lich wrapped in ancient dark robes.
A deep cowl covered his skull, hiding most of his hollow face beneath shadows. Yet the vertical black scar running across his eye socket and left side of the skull was unmistakable, giving him a striking appearance.
He calmly rowed the boat forward with very slow and steady movements. He quietly whistled a tune to himself as though he was simply taking an evening ride.
Beneath the black waters, countless dead souls twisted and drifted within the depths of the river. Their distant screams echoed endlessly through the mist. Yet something strange happened wherever the boat passed by.
The powerful souls lurking beneath the surface scattered away in fear!
