The Lord of Undeath is tightening his grip on my mortal soul. Nashe, wielder of The Deathbringer, is an undead monstrosity whom I fear deeply. Once controller of the entirety of Valardia, from his home in the long forgotten Northern Sands, Nashe may have been banished to The Deepest Crypt, but he is still powerful and his resurrection could happen at any moment. I can feel his cold, dead fingers clutching at my spirit, ready to drag me down into the grotesque underworld which he calls home. I find the undead loathsome. The more I reflect on them, the more I come to hate them.
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
The Lord of Undeath is tightening his grip on my mortal soul. Nashe, wielder of The Deathbringer, is an undead monstrosity whom I fear deeply. Once controller of the entirety of Valardia, from his home in the long forgotten Northern Sands, Nashe may have been banished to The Deepest Crypt, but he is still powerful and his resurrection could happen at any moment. I can feel his cold, dead fingers clutching at my spirit, ready to drag me down into the grotesque underworld which he calls home. I find the undead loathsome. The more I reflect on them, the more I come to hate them.