Mystic Texts

There is a narrow road which winds through dank and misty forests lying across the foothills of the Wallachian Alps
There are no milestones along this road, no signposts to point the way
Some believe that it is a road without end, other that it disappears
And it's the swirling fogs that mantle the woods...

Lost deep within the soul of all mankind, there is a hidden cauldron of terror fed by the flames of madness
From this steaming Devil's brew come the awesome tales that live in our worst nightmares, and haunt us through the hours of darkness
Vilest of these, and more grotesque than any specter of our imagination, are the stories of the eternally damned creatures of the night, who stalk the shadows...

So now let's get down to work
We have much studying to do, there are many ancient mystic texts to guide us