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.