Perhaps you've seen it, maybe in a dream
A murky forgotten land
A place where souls
May mend your ailing mind
You will lose everything
The Symbol of the curse
An augur of darkness
Your past, Your future.
Your very light
None will have meaning, and you won't even care
By then you'll be something other than human
A thing that feeds on souls
Long ago, in a walled off land, far to the north,
A great king built a great kingdom.
I believe they called it Drangleic,
Perhaps you're familiar.
No, how could you be
But one day, you will stand before its decrepit gate,
Without really knowing why…