A Near Illegible Note

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From The Gathering Storm event.

From the Hollow Lair near Lytelthorpe - 2.2S, 50.7E

A flash of purple light streaks through the horizon and you hear a shattering thunderclap in the distance. A strange hollow voice echoes in your mind, 'Our conquest begins today. At this point we are merely a rumble. Soon we will be the thunder that shakes the very flesh off your bones. Our time is soon, human. Very soon.' The voice fades away, leaving you with a dizzying headache.

Your assault sends Dranith Menacet to an icy death! 

You reel as a tremendous shock wave passes through you upon the vanquishing of Dranith Menacet. A horrible din rises up in the background, and then slowly fades away. You hear the voice of Dranith Menacet echo loudly in your mind, 'Do you think this means you've won? Do you really? Our plan has only begun, flesh. This is only the start. Soon you will see what your victory has meant. Empty as the very air. The only victory today is mine.' The voice slowly fades away. You see a piece of white paper lying on the ground. 
 

Master,

The day is won. We have destroyed six of the nine. Soon, master, soon, they will all fall. I hate the fleshy things so much, master. It hurts. I see their glows, their bright and shiny glows, and I hate the glows. I love it when I break through the glows and their flesh, master. I am not the hollow one, they are. Nothing but flimsy flesh and liquid inside. Empty. I have hate that fills me up. I am not hollow. There are so many of them and I hate them.

When we break them, when we break them completely and utterly, I will keep a few around, just to play with. But just a few. I couldn't stand the sight of more than a few. The second stage will be soon, Master. I will not fail.
 

See the Writ of Refuge quest write-up and the Decorating page for more information.