The sun hangs low upon the horizon, the ash-filled air keeps on assaulting your lungs. Hiding from the harsh environment, you suddenly find a large monument. An ancient stronghold made of stone.
You peer inside, the place seems abandoned. The smell of mossy stones and stagnant air. Much better than inhaling ash.
The lower you go, you realize something about the air. The smell drifts slowly from mossy and damp into faint scent of incense and iron rich blood. "Ritual", such word echoes within your mind.
After walking through several levels down, you find someone. Or maybe, something? The movements are fluid, seductive, yet with a heavy hint of madness. "Dagoth rises, the sleepers awake". The dancing figure keeps on repeating the mantra. At least she doesn't appear to be hostile. Though no matter what you do or say, she doesn't change her rhythm, as if she couldn't perceive your very presence.
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