“What better way to fight monsters than with monsters of our own, right? No one will tell you this, but Altos Aires endures for more reasons than our blades, reasons not many are inclined to be thankful for. I don’t know if someone went looking for them, if a pact was made, I don’t know if it was planned by the captains or if it was just our rotten luck, but one way or another, they crossed the Great Ocean.
Have you heard of the lobizom, son? Ask the inquisitor, he might die of apoplexy. You can meet them back home if you are unlucky. They stalk in forests and moors, they run in packs in the mountains. It is said the abasko wildmen worship strange gods, but I think they worship nothing except the curse of the lobizom. They hunt with them and eat raw flesh, my father once said.
And now we are trapped here with them. The Pond wasn’t deep enough to keep the curse away. Wildmen live in the pampas now, and they brought their beast with them. They may join the expedition, you might even be thankful if they save your hide from the lizards, but make no mistake, never get caught alone with the abaskos, especially not at night. You can never tell which of them runs on four legs when the moons are high.”
-Renzo Garrote, veteran. Altos Aires. Culchan Plains. Lustria -
