Through the machinations of some outside malevolent force, their own greed, or sheer bad luck the Accursed wander the realms they inhabit. With hate as their master and slaughter as their companion, these baleful warriors tear through battlefields, decimating all who stand before them, even should they be companions of theirs so blinded are they by their malice for life. Worse still, survivers of their rampages will often be driven mad by the terrible gloom that permeates the air around them. The Accursed are often seen as an ill omen, for nothing but death and misfortune follow in their wake, though some Accursed may perservere and use their newfound power to achieve good ends, so long as they can maintain a grip on their sanity.
- from the publisher's blurb