Alack! Come all ye faithless, tis’ a dark and stormy Wednesday night! Evil hath set a sight most foul upon the town o’ Spartzagard . Caught in the crosshairs doth be-ith our five spirit-stained sirrah. Survival doth ist rarer than a nobleman’s laugh for tonight rapture's ravin feast. Tis’ a plague with no cure, no name, no end, no mercy. And it’s name...is Chrees. Ye best pray for mercy in-ith ....Rise of the Rat King!