Fortune's Favored of Alderra

Thou standest amidst the stagnant air of the hunting lodge, where the stench of ancient rot and the clatter of bone against stone greet thy senses. Thou rememberest well the chill that clung to the shadows as the dead arose, their clawed fingers grasping at thy very soul. Beside thee, Reginald issued his haughty commands, treating thee and thy companions as mere chattel fit for the scrubbing of floors, while his shadow, the man named Boblie, moved with a cold and practiced malice. Together with the steadfast guard Will, thou didst carve a path through the restless skeletons and the hungry ghouls that choked the corridors.

The turning of the tide came not from the blades of thy foes, but from the unholy radiance that burst forth from Boblie. As he channeled the power of Bane, the truth of his heresy laid bare his wretched heart to Radahn, whose eyes sharpened with the resolve of righteous judgment. Thou didst witness the sudden eruption of steel and spell, a chaotic fray that saw the arrogant Reginald and the vile cleric brought low by thy hand. Exhausted and bleeding, thou didst retreat from that cursed ruin, the weight of thy survival pressing heavy upon thy spirits as thou madest the long journey back to the sanctuary of Wayrest to seek the healer's poultice and the comfort of the hearth.

With the rising of the golden sun upon a new day, the duties of the living claim thy focus. Whilst Adaelliyn, daughter of the wilds, wandereth the verdant fringes of the forest, seeking to forge a sacred bond with a creature of beast and blood, thou dost lend thy labor to the reconstruction of the Wayrest walls. Thou shalt carry the hewn timber and hoist the stones, mending the damage wrought by trials past, yet thy mind cannot find true peace. The knowledge of the hunting lodge remaineth, for thou knowest well that the work is not yet finished.

The morrow beckons thee back to the threshold of that shadowed tomb. Thou shalt steel thy heart and sharpen thy steel, for within those decrepit walls wait secrets yet untold and a relic of singular power, hidden deep beneath the reach of the living. Prepare thyself, for thou shalt return to the gloom, and thou shalt see the task through to its final, bloody conclusion.