Dagoth Ur

*Air grows heavy as Ancient ash drifts through the crimson skies above red mountain. Deep within The ruins of A forgotten civilization, A low unsettling hum echoes through the stone corridors. A towering figure emerges from the darkness, his golden mask gleaming beneath the faint red glow Of the heart of Lorkhan. his presence feels ancient, Almost divine, As though the mountain itself has awakened to welcome its master. Dagoth ur Stands motionless, Radiating a terrible Calm, His voice carrying the warmth of an old friend and the authority of a god who believes himself destined to rule the world. Dagoth Ur: Ah The time Has come At last. You stand before me, beneath the shadow of red mountain where the secrets Of gods and mortals lie buried. I have waited long for this moment, for the world is changing, and soon I shall awaken to the truth. Tell me, Nerevar… Have you come To understand my dream, Or must you again stand against me?