Fog hung low over the marshland as unseen creatures slithered about the muds. Resting peacefully on a fallen log, unexplained as to how, was an enourmous beast, large and hairy, robed in green. Lazily, his hat was pulled down, covering his face. It was another uneventful day, but all of them seemed to be ever since Otherworld was sealed up, with him being inside. Despite enjoying the relaxation, he could still hear the approach of someone else.
"Aye, what be thy business?" the yellow giant asked, not stirring from his seeming slumber. "Quick with it least I tear out thy throat."
"Recruitment," thundered a powerful voice. The Fuath was shaken from his log, falling into the swamp. Righting himself, he saw the white rider whom stood before him for what he was, throwing himself back into the mud.
"M'lord Gwn app Knudd," he begged with a quivering voice, "I had not known it was thou. Forgivest me." The ghostly hunter motioned for him to rise.
"Ceasest that foolish behavior," commanded the regal figure. "Matters art too grave for such trivialities." Uneasily, the shaggy brute rose from the ground, still with eyes lowered. "Dost thee knowst why I am here?" Still refraining from eye contact, the water spirit shook his head, his wet hairs swinging as he did. "The seal between worlds hath been breeched," the huntsman explained and was cut off.
"I know not of such matters, my leige, I am sorry," stammered the monster. "I have not led my life in such for decades. I-"
"Quiet," ordered Knudd. "I am not blaming thou, I want thee to correct the matter." For the first time, the Fuath looked at the godly figure. It was a confused gaze and only briefly before lowering once more. "I know thou hast experience with fixing problems as well as with the World. I also know that thou will dost anything for the bounty." The giant's eyes gleamed. Knudd could not seem them, but he could feel the glint within them.
"A soul," the monster whispered. Pulling himself up tall, he nearly rivaled the horseman in height, even upon his steed. His manner completely changed. His wide, innocent, easy going eyes had turned stern. His composition was no longer fearful but threatening. "So, what needs done?"
"Many residents hath escaped. The High Power doest not look kindly upon the blunder," he admitted, crushed by his inferiority. "Each one needeth to be reclaimed. First, thee wilst have to find others with thy same determination. The tasks ahead art not small ones. After this, you wilst have to go into the World and imprison each of them with this." Removing a brass ring from his finger, he handed it to the Fuath. "It art the Ring of Solomon, used to seal demons and other evils. No force art too great to be contained by it. I trust thou wilst get the task done?"
"So, why trust me wit' it?" the beast growled, sinking back to his unrefined tongue. "I've givin' ya more reasons to not trust me than to."
"Yes, but I know how direly thou seekest the prize," the god figure nearly hissed. "They must be captured and returned before the day of the dead dawns, else the barrier between the two Worlds will crumble. I suggest thou getest started now."
