D&D: The Doom of Ardross
The Last Note of Morhigan
Ar’akar be damned. His hubris has been our death. The beast hides among us and will kill us all unless the blight does so first, of that I am sure. I can feel my insides burn, the metallic taste of blood is all that I have in my mouth and am all out of provisions. I should have escaped to the grotto. I am a fool. I wonder now if his promise of a cure was even true, or just an excuse for him to leave us for Old Forge to hide from the brotherhood. All I can hope for now is that Ar’akar finds his own miserable demise. If it is in my power to do so, I would bring forth a dire revenge, for all I have now is my hatred. A curse upon him. The other four work to slay the beast, but they shall fail. A curse upon us all for we shall none of us live. If any should ever find this, know that Morhigen, Son of Morgreth, stood and fought, even through his last dire moments. I would ask that my bones be taken back to Rokterre one day, as is the custom of my people.