An Unwelcome Letter
“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, rumour-shadowed manor, fattened on 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 unnameable 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 sworly workmen and sturdy shovels.”
“At last, in those salt-soaked crags beneath the lowest foundations, we unearthed that damnable portal and a deluded 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!”
