Wood Elf (Indoctrinated)

Wanderers from the walls, come then, I take you to the one who relays the words of the old fallen king.

All is well.... all is well. Your steps will be watched by the roots beneath. Enter.

Stop your march trespasser, what do you seek here?

No, we don't want to spoil your mouth when your gift to the king is so imminent. The relayer will speak, and I will repeat in your tongue.

"The usurper wishes to return, the old Hart-king. In the land where he fell, will be the land under his spell.

"Where once the west of the land trembled, he will come and beat the ground anew. But souls he needs, those of two".

"So these souls may replace his, thus his vessel is formed with flesh that's tall. So that he may bring the new pact upon Mer, and let us eat all!"

The new, the ones who will ride beneath haymons banner as he claims This land,  who will stand against him now? Now, surrender your bodies please...