This legend has been told by people who have travelled in the northeastern parts of Morania, not many days’ travel from Calendon, and not far from the mountains marking the borders of Karstaag.

It is told that Calendon’s first king in his third year as ceking sent out a group of riders towards Karsaag to explore the country in that direction. But the riders never returned.

If one is so unfortunate as to travel on the same path as they were, one will see hoof tracks, which never disappear, not even after the worst rain fall. If one follow these tracks one will find that they suddenly end, all of them, without continuing. If one is stupid enough to wait for nightfall, and stand by the path at the hour of midnight, one can see them travel again, endlessly, night after night, dark riders on skeleton horses which glow menacingly in the night! They will ride along the path, and disappear when the trail ends. But… One has to be careful, if one stands on the path or if they notice you, one is ridden down by them, and one’s soul is forced to follow them on their ride – for al eternity…

Unknown writer