"Strange things had been afoot lately, with an abnormal amount of undead springing forth from the Halls of the Dead into the Icy Crypt and beyond. Mistress Sortia, Helen and I fought our way down to the rift portal, facing demiliches and other denizens of the plane of death. However, when we reached the portal there seemed nothing amiss. It's cold glow cast our shadows on the frigid walls of the chamber, nothing more.
"Relieved that it must have been a freak occurance, I returned to our guild hall and prayed to Tyr; asking for some assurance that the threat had been abated for the time being.
"I received no such assurance, but I did not think upon it too long. There is much to do in Daeron these days, and I cannot spend my time worrying over things that do not demand my attention. A few days had passed, and I had just returned to the hall from training some of our new guild members when I felt the air grow icy cold. Even in front of a roaring fire I still felt the cold. It was then that I stood up and turned to face a room full of frozen skeletons!
"Quickly, I drew my sword and cut them down, calling out to others in the hall that we were under attack. I rushed quickly from room to room battling the monstrous undead and searching for signs of survivors.
"I reached the library, calling to Father Kurth as I crushed the bones of my foes. I was...too late to save him, however. Father Kurth was gone.
"Hearing a commotion in one of the bedchambers, I hurried in to find Tres Nawt engaged with a frozen guardian. I dashed in behind the foul creature and together we cleansed the rest of the hall of the evil undead.
"We were then set upon by none other than one of Primus' elite war machines, who saw fit to mock our loss and strike us soundly before vanishing into thin air.
"I returned to our chappel and kneeled to pray for Father Kurth's soul, when Tyr himself appeared before us. He bade us make ready for the times to come, and said that indeed, Hierarch Primus was to blame for the undead invasion. Our Lord Tyr declares that this monster grows stronger in power each day, and that we must stop him at all costs.
"I ask you all to make ready, for dark times return to Aetheria! May the light of the Triad watch over your souls."
