Narrator: Upon return,
The warriors discovered their home had been completely destroyed.
Fires raged around them and bodies lay
Strewn upon the ground in a circular pattern.
Lord Bonecrush: What madness is this!?!?!
Hildor: Sanity be damned, what is capable of such horrors?
Narrator: A woman raised her bloodied arm to signal the
Collective over to her, gasping for air, she spoke barely audibly.
Dying Woman: They...
They rained death upon us like the showers of
The morn. There was no chance to defend ourselves.
Bovice: Who were they? Did you see their faces?
Dying Woman: There were hordes descended upon us,
Led by a man with blackened crimsoned eyes and a glow that
You could see over the hills... we accepted defeat before battle.
Bovice: Wretched fools, shall pay for their insatiable death run.
Dying Woman: EUUUUUGGGHHHHH
Narrator: And with... And with that...
AND WITH THAT SHE PERISHED. Davidicus then spoke.
Davidicus: I know what has taken place here,
I have heard tales of the ancients which
Hold secret powers. This land bleeds deep.
Lord Bonecrush: What must we do now?
Davidicus: Find... The Keeper.