Unfolding
There is no spring without a winter, no life without death.
I heard a Human philosopher proclaim this “truth” in Booty Bay, yet I ponder, what happens when all is death and there is still life? Am I not proof of the many flaws in his statement? Indeed, life has outlived itself, become an obsolete artefact that we need turn into the next step on the path.
Aah, how I wish I had access to the knowledge the Cult posess, the libraries of Caer Darrow are brimming with books and tomes that should be in my hands! Had it not been for the falsehood of the Scourge. Yet, there are other sources of power, Charles are making preparations for a minor incursion to the Deadwind Tower, there must be something of value within it´s dusty halls. With rumours of curses and magical traps not many could have dared to enter, perhaps the answer awaits me there?
But I cannot risk everything on such hopes, I have made contact with a small mercenary band and with the promise of gold their leader has agreed to escort me through Outland. According to the map the Elves provided there are old ruins not too far from the Portal that are infested with undead, what ever it is that raises the bones there it must possess considerable power, I can only imagine what deeds I could accomplish with it in my hands.
