Upon return, their village was completely destroyed. It had been attacked in the past, but with the collective gone, having no line of defense, it was massacred and burned to the ground. All of the bodies had been placed into a circle upon the ground with the grass blackened in the center. Davidicus, who fought along side them in his previous War of Wizards, entrusted in them this was not at random as he had heard of this ritual before, and the enemy they seek can be found. However they must seek the Keeper, who holds the key to finding the truth.
Narrator: Upon return, the warriors discovered their home had been completely destroyed. Fires raged around them and bodies lay strewn upon the ground in a circular pattern.
Lord Bonecrush: What madness is this!?!?!
Hildor: Sanity be damned, what is capable of such horrors?
Narrator: A woman raised her bloodied arm to signal the collective over to her, gasping for air, she spoke barely audibly.
Dying Woman: They...they rained death upon us like the showers of the morn. There was no chance to defend ourselves.
Bovice: Who were they? Did you see their faces?
Dying Woman: There were hordes descended upon us, led by a man with blackened crimsoned eyes and a glow that you could see over the hills...we accepted defeat before battle.
Bovice: Wretched fools, shall pay for their insatiable death run.
Dying Woman: EUUUUUGGGHHHHH
Narrator: And with...And with that....AND WITH THAT SHE PERISHED. Davidicus then spoke.
Davidicus: I know what has taken place here, I have heard tales of the ancients which hold secret powers. This land bleeds deep.
Lord Bonecrush: What must we do now?
Davidicus: Find....The Keeper.