2 acessos
Surrounded by low growls and echoes of screams
The collective makes it way into the eternal abandon
Keep your mind steadfast, as we cannot see into the distance
Brom, keep the torch high
We need to be ready for anything
Mfmfmfmfmfmfmfmfmmmm (talking through helmet)
Good
A faint voice reaches their ears
They approach a withered old 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?
Dregmour!
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!
Mff!
Brom is right, ready your arms!
The spelljammer!