"Northdoom...", you whisper reverently. "Thousands of years you were
hidden in these caves, but now you have been found. You are mine now. You
will never be lost again!"

Your eyes glow brightly as you raise your arms and lift up the sword.

"North---doom!" you shout in the emptiness as your breath creates frosty
clouds in the air.

And then the glow of your eyes disappears. Your eyes, once colorful and
full of warmth, quickly lose all signs of life. Your skin gets pale, the
color of your hair fades to gray. Inside, however, you feel a burst of
energy, a power that seeks to explode out of you. For a last moment, a low
voice inside you whispers "What have I done?", but soon it is quiet.

"I have to find a way out of here. I have to get to the surface! I have to
bring back mankind's deserved rights! May the Drekh'nar fall, as we fell
centuries ago! May they suffer as we have for all this time!...May they
pray...that I never find them!"

You sheathe the sword; it sounds like breaking ice. Then you leave.
