Surrounded By Cowardice And Secrecy Lore záznam · díl 1 z 4

Out of all the realms under the ever-stretching skies, I've been burdened with the wildest. Half my dominion lies strangled in vines; every root and rock conspires against my claim.

My men are too weak-hearted to gain control of the old ruins. A trap laid in a watery tomb sends them scattering like vermin. Not one among them dares lay hammer to the temples, to grind them to dust so that order may reign once more. It may be wiser to turn eastward... the peaks aren't haunted by memory.

Meanwhile, my dear siblings have summoned me to the annual ball — a tiresome charade of civility, forcing me to leave my throne unguarded. Do they not see the peril? My borders serve as the only defense against the conniving trickster gods! Mayhaps their invitation is yet another trap, another tomb to drown in...!

...Foolish thought. The vines enrapture my mind, wrapping me in paranoia. I shall attend, as duty commands — and I will urge them to build ballistas, not "Night Sanctums". Offering wisdom to a wordless horde... Truly, my kin have grown indulgent, bewitched by the Ancients’ secrecy.

I must rest. Before dawn, I shall attend the audience of a wanderer who's wormed his way into my court. He claims to bear a gift from beyond. I will hear him. He promises diversion.

— Lord Vorgoth, Guard of the North