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I lie, unmoving in the chamber, I don't know how long I've been here, but I must leave. A voice reverberates in my head. [i][color=6ecff6]"Rise if you would comrades...For that is our duty"[/color][/i] The Old Wolf of Farron has summoned me. I rise from the ground, swords in hands, my behemoth on my back. I wear a medium type armor on me. Light, but protective, and my ever looming thrall hood adorned. As I approach the exit of the chamber, I am met with yet another voice. [color=6ecff6][i]"Come undead, join Veldrick, and help restore our fallen world."[/i][/color] The land of Irythill is as chilly as ever, but I continue, ever approaching the dark, looming building in the distance.

[i]Does thou have thine eternal power to restore thou'st hope once lost to time. Perhaps, but one fact still lies true. 
Us undead, can't even die right.[/i]

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