Too late the princes of the Ra Gada make their return to the palace to discover their father King slain, but now risen again as an undead puppet for the Elvan necromancer, Wraithmaster Venerien.

The princes choice was plain. Either give up the palace and the land they fought so hard to achieve, or confront the most honoured dead, his own father, and damn himself and his ancestors to eternal dishonour and exile. Thus was I witness to the first sacrifice of the Ash’abah.

For the Ash’abah tribe, sacrifice is not just a part of life, it is who they are.  It is not a regrettable conclusion, it is an aspiration.  They do not see sacrifice as the loss of something for themselves, but the gain of something for others; others who will never thank them, but rather despise, scorn, and curse them for it.

And now for the sake of Hammerfell, I must request it of them once again.

S.K