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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Walking Dad" data-source="post: 5592207" data-attributes="member: 59043">Suddenly, the Gaffer gasps and takes a few steps back.He was the only one seeing shadowy grave mist rising from the cairn and felt the cold hand of unlife brushing the living world.The others are unprepared as they hear a gravely voice, that still sounds a bit like Thorgrim, but with much more (or less ?) power in it."Speak, ragged thing, for something far worse than you and your kind has entered the caves. Moradin sends his regards to your masters. He has send the soul reaver to harvest what was originally his. Thorgrim Wildaxe is dead, replaced by a divine agent of death, Grim, the Reaver."Now the others turn and see the body of their former companion. Gone are burly muscles and hearty stamina, replaced with wiry arms and resilience of a tomb stone. Most colors has left him, only his hair looks even darker and his eyes got a reddish glimmer. No loner he wears armor and weapons, only the black camouflage clothes and a silvery amulet depicting a raven sitting on an anvil..."Oh Cinara, you were wrong. Moradin wanted to met me, but to send me back bringing his 'message'."</blockquote>