Werewolves of the Cruror Rose

Upon Forlorn hills and surronded by skies of red; beasts reside upon comforts of flesh and treasure. The breathe of fire blows through the mouth of Hell, shattering the nights peace. Wallowing in the pool of freshly spilt blood from the banquet just gone.

We welcome you to this lair, we welcome all those that bring hearts of courage. We greet those whom desire honour and love those that wish blood to be spilt. Offers of girth shall be thrown at your feet and screams shall echo through you.

These Thorns Of Cruror Rose will be here waiting for all those once stated. Our thorns shall be cleaned from the earth's mud, our thorns will be glazed with the gleam of vampire blood.

A new dawn is approaching and with every breath taken, the higher the red sun rises!