When...when will the suffering end?

For how long...can this tortured husk...or the mind within it...hope to survive?

The land burns...the screams...I hear the screams.
The land of Morheim...cries out to me, Daeva. Morheim is scarred....

But I must hold on to hope...yes...hope is all I have.

For the future of this land...I will hold on to hope....


Obsidian Gorgons...Petrahulks of Wrath....

I hope the foul creatures disappear...the creatures with the essence of the cursed flame. Help...strong Daeva...help me heal Morheim.

When the creatures disappear...Morheim's cries will silence. The seeds of life...deep underground...will reawaken.




Listen to the screams of the land....

The scream reaches out to the Obsidian Gorgon[pl:"Gorgons"] and Wrathful Petrahulk[pl:"Petrahulks"]s.

Kill the creatures...save the burning land....
I haven't disappeared...Morheim...Morheim won't let me leave....

But how much longer will I suffer...?

Is there still hope...?
You are kind...Daeva...Morheim's screams have silenced....

Morheim rewards the loyal...and their descendents.

I will continue to hope...as long as Morheim keeps me alive...be mindful...listen to Morheim, Daeva.