I have put on this shroud; it reverberates in a way I find familiar. It's as if the very cloth holds secrets hidden from itself.

With each passing death dealt at my hands, I find a tiny wisdom.

Another foul crevice; I can hear screams from within. My mind is swirls with a realization, a turning point. I am beginning to believe that I must suffer unto death this journey before my feet. It has only just begun.

This artifact is well worn with detailed markings. I've plundered this past warrior's helm to keep their memory. Though, I cannot bear to wear it so hastily; as I can still feel the tendrils of the underworld emanating from my current shroud.

On the way to heal my wounds, I noticed that a staff I had pried from a corpse felt the same as the shroud that I had become accustomed to...

Kashya told me that here in this world they call such a property as being "ethereal", and they are often not very prized. They tend to vanish into the ether, as it were. I shall keep one with me always, to remind myself that I too will one day vanish as even the greatest of stars in the heavens.

I took the staff, laid down my shroud, and put of the warrior's cap who took his last breath in that infernal cave.

Very interesting WT, tracking

awesome story, really!
cant wait for more

I was awakened from my dark dreams by a soft weeping. Kashya, I had so dismissed her suffering.

I took up my arms and went out again to find the friend, now abomination, that she'd lost. I found this strange barbaric weapon on my way.

This must be the way, the living dead are here in numbers that I have not yet seen. Arise once more! It will be the last time.

Face to face now, I can see the longing in her eyes. Blood Raven, she wishes to die. Her sisters they were weak, and let her fall.