A tormented voice

“Leave this place. <The relic emits a white hot arc of flame. A memory has been gained: A lone Dark Iron dwarf is surrounded by seven corpses, kneeling before a monolith of flame.>” · Whisper

“You will perish here. <Your mind fills with visions of chaos and destruction.>” · Whisper

“Do not taint these ruins, mortal. <You are engulfed in a blinding flash of light. A creature composed entirely of flame is the only thing you can remember seeing.>” · Whisper

“Help us, outsider. <The relic crumbles to dust. A vision of eight Dark Iron dwarves performing some sort of ritual fills your head.>” · Whisper

“He cannot be defeated. <The relic burns to nothing. The memories it held are now your own. This city was destroyed by a being not of this world.>” · Whisper

“Your existence is acknowledged. <The relic turns to dust. Your head throbs with newfound wisdom. Something evil lurks in the heart of the mountain.>” · Whisper

“Defiler... you will be punished for this incursion. <A symbol of flame radiates from the relic before it crumbles to the earth.>” · Whisper