Warnings From A Deceased Order Of The Heart Soldier
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| Warnings From A Deceased Order Of The Heart Soldier | ||
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| ID | TBC | |
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| Value | xx Septims | |
| Weight | x.00 | |
In the corner of the crypt in the upper levels of the Crypt of Hearts, lies an old forgotten corpse, donning the armour of the Order of the Heart. Little flesh remains, that which has not been eaten by vermin, in its armour's pocket rests a browned piece of parchment.
They just don't understand, do they? The importance, our importance. They lost the true meaning, the essence, of our order. We're undermanned, have been for some time now. It shows. Proper teams can't search the upper levels of the crypt anymore. More often we find them. Their bodies stabbed, life drained from their eyes. Not enough men to find them, not enough men to retrieve them, damn it all! Trouble is brewing, I just know it. The shadows are stirring, the bowels are moving. The echo, normally only the tread of our boots, it calls, it beckons. Not to mention those roars on the surface...
We know its past; our past. The disturbed will rise, and when they do, they'll remember. They will remember through their suffering and regret, once it's too late. They will remember that a heart needs to keep beating, in order to stay alive. That they can't expose it, use it as fodder. That blood is more costly than gold...