Boz is walking down a dusty back road, the sky is dark and gloomy. He rounds the bend and laying on its side is a overturned chariot. It has burn marks on it and one of the wheels is broken off. Boz approaches the chariot with caution and notices a dead Charioteer.

As he approaches the man opens his eyes. "You are the one to carry out the prophecy. Here, take these boots. They were forged on the 5th plane of hell in the hellforge of Garzanath the mighty."

Boz looks down and on his feet are dark black boots. Straps up to his knees. Spikes ring the boot. On the bottom 4 inch titanium spikes are set.

"It is your destiny Boz to boot your way down the Hellbound road and claim glory and a lot of pain. Go forth and reap the souls of your opponeet on the Hellbound path."


Boz walks away with a smile on his face and skips along a few paces in glee.