Soul of Balmora

Prologue.

Yirrixees makes makes himself known…

every player goes to rest after a seeming normal day, the one discerning fact is that they all have done a dead in this day that was undoubtedly evil. when you sleep that night, you see before you a great abyss. in the heart of this abyss, you feel a being of immense power assessing you under his evil gaze. as the dream continues you hear words echoing from the void in a language you do not understand, these words fracture your hearts and rend your body. your flesh and fat is ripped asunder from your bones, tearing through your skin as paper, the gristle between your bones dissolves, internal organs rupture and burst, simultaneously your skin shrivels and tightens around your now frail form. when the agony leaves you, you find your flesh, mind and soul bound to the emptiness before you; and you have never felt so empowered, never felt so… eternal.
an instant after, you are no longer in a non-space, but on solid ground, and the light of the sun is shining in your eyes. quickly, you throw up your emaciated hands to shield yourself from it’s energy. when you adjust to the light, you cast your sight from the earth surrounding to the horizon, you see no water, no vegetation and you sense no atmosphere; you are on a dead planet. you turn your gaze up and away from the sun to behold a sea of stars, planets, nebula and most stunning of all, other entire galaxies. you know not how you can see so much with or without the sun in the sky, but this is, without a doubt, the most wondrous sight you have ever seen. suddenly a star grows dark. then another. with increasing voracity the riot of color and light in the sky dwindle till nothing is left save for the never ending black. your none-existent stomach knots as you feel the full presence of the being from the void instantly materialize behind you. standing there is a thing of such power and size beyond proportion that the sun withers and dies under its malevolent authority. you see Yirrixees. a terrible creature resembling the black dragon it once was. its pallid white hide stretched thin over his bones and wreathed in black and purple flame. his eyes peer at you expectantly, his irises are vortices of crimson souls hopelessly trying to escape their damnation…
at last you wake from the nightmare. but your relief quickly fades as the realization that you are paralyzed grips your mind. you cannot sit up, you cannot blink, you cannot move. then you hear the voice of Yirrixees whisper in your ear the same words from the void, slow and soft this time, like a promise. and with every syllable you feel surgical splits in the skin of your chest. with the concluding word spoken the hold on you releases and you are finally allowed to scream…

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