The Echo cave, so named after the ‘echoes of the living’ that roam freely through it’s icy caverns and sunken ruins, has been the haunt of the undead for as long as any can remember. So what would possess a group of adventures to camp outside and attempt to explore these notorious caves in such times of turbulence and strife, when in all the years of peace the Legions themselves never deemed to clear them? The answer is always the same; fortune, fame, or power.
So what about me you may ask. Well I guess could easily claim some noble purpose. To cull the undead perhaps, making the roads safer for travellers and merchants to pass. To banish the unnatural from our land under the pretence of Arkay’s banner. Or simply just to test my skill and mettle against ones whose quietus is liberated from moral consequence.
The simple truth is however, that my time in the Heartlands is drawing to an end and I am simply in need of coin. Hardly a virtuous or worthy cause I realise, but it is the privilege of only the Eight Divines to want for nothing, and of the undead to want for little more then echoes.
S.K