Dream

Deep within the earth, an apparently young elf with pale skin and black hair weeps. The air charged with electricity, and smells of dampness and death. She sits in the middle of a series of concentric rings, each one engraved with a set of runes. The room is lit with a dim red glow of a luminous fungus. The woman is wearing robes which cover her arms and legs, but her cowl is drawn back, showing a face lined with tears.

"What would you have of me?" She asks the darkness, burying her face in her hands, "what have I done to deserve this..." She chokes as she talks, every word a struggle as she fights back sobs.

Runes flash on the ground, bright purple in color. They flash in a sequence, but if they are communicating a message you cannot tell what it is, and the woman doesn't seem to be looking at them.

She shudders when the sequence finishes and runs her hand through her hair, tears streaming down her face. As she moves her hand, her sleeve falls away, revealing a series of intricate tattoos that resemble the carvings on the pillars from the sunken city.

A light breeze stirs the air, and she seems to regain her composure. Staring off into the darkness, she slowly closes her eyes and whispers "I will do what you ask."