The cruel rider arrives in a malevolent halo of false light. His entrance stirs the elements to a swirling maelstrom of disarray, searching, as he is, for unwitting mortals to snare. Claimer of Souls, Reaper of Destruction, Soulsnatcher, Deathrider. Countless cultures have given the beast many names, but the sound of his approach is universal: the echo of breaking bones coupled with the pale sound of gnashing teeth. The Deathrider, astride his moldering mount, cares not for the simple reckoning of man.