I have listened like a calf covered in leaves amongst wolves that did catch a scent. And my fear was growing! For there was no mercy in any word of the priest:

People fear everything. They fear Veles, they fear the Horrors, they fear the Monstrosities, they fear the darkness. And more! They fear hunger, cold, and death! There are even some who fear even their own shadow!

As Svarog can exist with thanks to our worship of the Fire, with thanks to the fear of the degraded tribes, so did arise the Lord of Night: Monster Whisperer and General of Horrors! And his name is Chors! Chors, like the hoarse breath which he shalt squeeze from your chest!

He is young and cruel, and just as his companions, he hates people. He hides during the day, when the Sun is high, but in the time of Night, when darkness comes, he does emerge in all his ghoulishness and does rule as he pleases.

Whosoe’er stands in his path shalt not live to see the dawn of the Sun!