surrounded by low growls and echoes of screams, the
makes it way into the eternal abandon.
keep your mind steadfast, as we cannot see into the
brom, keep the torch high. we need to be ready for
mfmfmfmfmfmfmfmfmmmm (talking through helmet)
a faint voice reaches their ears. they approach a
man who is down to the bone.
over here! i knew you’d come!
old man, are you one of the ancient beings?
yes, however, i am being held captive by a foul being
resurrected by dregmour.
dregmour? who is this you speak of?
………s-sorry i fell asleep, what?
oh, he is the man you seek behind this slaughter,
he….nevermind that now, i will tell you everything,
but now you must free
me before..oh no it may be too late!
brom is right, ready your arms!