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diff --git a/darkestdungeon b/darkestdungeon index 3ff8f11bcfd0..18efecfa7fc6 100644 --- a/darkestdungeon +++ b/darkestdungeon @@ -1,3 +1,8 @@ +Content was extracted from https://darkestdungeon.gamepedia.com/Narrator on 2017-11-29. +Content there is available under CC BY-NC-SA 3.0 unless otherwise noted. +Game content and materials are trademarks and copyrights of Red Hook Studios and its licensors. All rights reserved. +https://darkestdungeon.gamepedia.com/Narrator is a part of Curse, Inc. and is not affiliated with the game publisher. +% There is a place, beneath those ancient ruins, in the moor, that calls out to the boldest among them... "We are the Flame!", they cry, "And Darkness fears us!" They descend, spurred on by fantasies of riches and redemption to lay bare whatever blasphemous abnormality may slumber restlessly in that unholy abyss... But Darkness is insidious. Terror and Madness can find cracks in the sturdiest of honors, the most resolute of minds... And below, in that limitless chasm of Chaos, they will realize the truth of it. "We are not the Flame!", they will cry out, "We are but moths and we are DOOMED!" And their screams will echo amidst the pitiless cyclopean stones... Of the Darkest Dungeon. % Ruin has come to our family. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial. Gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor. I lived all my years in that ancient, rumor shadowed manor. Fattened by decadence and luxury. And yet, I began to tire of conventional extravagance. Singular, unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some fabulous and unnamable power. With relic and ritual, I bent every effort towards the excavation and recovery of those long buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our family fortune on swarthy workmen and sturdy shovels. At last, in the salt-soaked crags beneath the lowest foundations we unearthed that damnable portal and antediluvian evil. Our every step unsettled the ancient earth but we were in a realm of death and madness! In the end, I alone fled laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity. Until consciousness failed me. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial. It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home, claim your birthright and deliver our family from the ravenous clutching shadows of the Darkest Dungeon. |