for the curse of life, is the curse of want. and so, you peer... into the fog, in hope of answers. are you...the next monarch? or merely a pawn of fate? bearer of the curse... go on and see the king. drangleic's been a pile of rubble since the war fought long, long ago. when the giants crossed the sea...

i sense a dark power here... ...something akin to sorcery. only more...primordial... we knew you were coming. do you seek king vendrick? but what is a king, after all? we are here to sing to those bound by death and dark. ahh...look how far this undead has wandered. a bit too alive, but with a darkish shadow.

...yet still unprepared for a deeper dark. and, like every undead, you have no future. all people come here for the same reason: to break the curse. i'll fool you no longer... you're finished. your flesh will decay, your mind will fade... ...this is the fate of the cursed. [cackling]

long ago, the queen came to us, alone, from a faraway land. the queen brought peace to this land, and to her king. a peace so deep...it was like... the dark... by the very gods... what have you done?! sometimes, i feel obsessed...

with this insignificant thing called "self." maybe we're all cursed... from the moment we're born... you have proven yourself to me. now, be one... with the dark. young undead... the dark awaits you.