Valuable is a perfect way to describe this work of art.

A passage through time and a journey through emotion.

Descending through the gate, the stench burned our eyes. It seems the undead here wish to perish once again. The petty wanderings of the lost souls here only push us further towards the will to suffer whatever end awaits us. Come Abhaya, much blood will be spilled this night.

it's awesome because as you read the bits of story and look at the images, you project yourself into that image with the words being read.
and a great level of imagination/perception is reached.

it's like you can invision the scene of fighting against the undead.

This leather had all the markings of an ancient magic. I remembered the mourning warrior we had met some days ago; he had been kind to us even though burdened by his pain.

Let this small offering honor your fallen friend, and may we remain in your good grace.

I know not his name. He nodded, uttered a word in his barbaric tongue, and offered us a meal.

The echoes of the suffering dead echo in these halls. Flesh can be scarred, burned, cursed or even consumed; yet here there are new tortures for the damned.

The echoes are stronger from within the next descent. I can hear the crawlings of vermin; they push me further into this madness. No matter, pain clears the mind.

We walk side by side through new horrors. Abhaya's arrows have spared me from more suffering than I could have foreseen.

The dark mage has indeed snared many into his army; but assuredly, they will not last. Much blood has been spilled, and many nights left unrested. Yet, even these creatures which torment the dead will be slain. Onward.

Evils lurk here in these screaming shadows. The darkness has killed all the light that sought to remain. I will take no treasures from these depths; none shall be blinded by the filth herein.

With hesitation we took this gate to rest in our hovel, I sense something foreboding in it. Oh dark mage, may your heart be filled with fear, for mine is not. Just when our skills have met, and your army approaches; then will my honor strike you to your knees.

I've seen it in my dreams. I step aside, eyes flutter; and Abhaya sinks an arrow to end your dark heart.

The mage's kin carry strange vessels of knowledge. I was unable to destroy this cryptic head; perhaps it will rot here for eternity.

This altar of the damned has shown us the way.

Vaught are'though not, mage!

Tempered ores of naught,
A trembling fear of thought;
Slain though thou shalt be,
Depart, embrace thine destiny.

keep it up mate, loving so far!