A Ghostly figure. Awoke we from my sleep. A whispering voice. Urges me to come. Down this passage. To meet this mystery. A lost soul. Of vengeance to him. A Ghastly presnence before my eyes. I almost turn and run. Then I remember my dream and I ask this ghost along. He says that he died many years ago. His tale of sorrow runs a chill to my bone. Slaughtered, by those of Gaarnak. He says that he knows the way to where he lives. Down this cavern leads to a mystical place. This is the path to his lair. Amoung the way you will face certain trials. But you must make haste. Shape shifting beasts thats will woo you away. Do not take heed of their form. They will lurk you into their jaws. And your flesh they will taste. We make our way through the path. And just as the ghost did say. A beautiful creature lies bearing nothing. And she speaks. Follow me men. For I will show you pleasures. That you have never seen. Your riches and desires will be filled. Please, just come, come this way. Remembering the ghosts words we continue on. As she begs and pleads her voice changes. The beautiful woman takes new form. A form that is less than desirable, and through this cave we must run. RUN! RUN! RUN! As we emerge from this darkened cavern. Gaarnak and his men are awaiting us. One of our men had betrayed us and handed him the stone.

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