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New dawn after a long night.

Cade was merely a baby when the beasts of the mist attacked his town. His quick thinking mother shoved the sleeping Cade into a wardrobe to spare him from the carnage. The creatures savaged the village, murdering and consuming all in their path, with the sole exception of the sleeping baby locked safely away in some furniture. Fortuitously, a patrolling regiment tracking the creatures investigated the ravaged town and found the now hungrily crying Cade. He was adopted by the Captain, a hard but fair man who raised him in the fashion of a soldier. Cade trained for most of his young life, formerly joining the Drocovan military at the age of 15 to serve under his adoptive father. After 8 years of distinguished service, his regiment was chosen to be part of an exploratory force, pushing into the northern mists to reclaim Drocovan land. As is often the case with such pushes, this turned out to be a futile endeavor; the mists closed around them as they advanced, and the regiment was attacked by wolves clad in the flesh of men. The creatures proved impervious to Drocovan steel, and Cade was saved by his foster father’s intervention, fleeing in the wake of the massacre into the Mistwall mountains. He would later learn that he was one of the few survivors of his regiment; the Captain was not. Of the survivors, a few sought to return to the capital for new orders, most deserted to live as quiet a life as they could manage on the frontier. Cade, embittered and hardened by his encounter with the beasts, swore to hunt the monsters wherever they might be found, swearing to remove his armor in the presence of others only once the land was truly safe. This path has led him across the frontier for some time, learning what he can and killing the monsters he finds. Recently, however, word has reached the frontier that King Nicolae is sponsoring a new expedition out of a border town called Koska. Cade knows that where such efforts exist, the corrupted beasts soon make their presence known, and thus he hops a wagon heading in that direction, that he may continue to hunt his prey.