If you have stumbled upon this place by accident, then you might aswell just turn around and go to a place of light and merriment. No laughter resounds in these hollow halls. No breath stirs the bare trees from the endless sleep and no flame leaps up to banish the shadows to the corners. This is a place of death and pain, of all things miserable. I am Misery lady of these lands and former elf maid who's heart was broken by a deceitful mortal. She died long ago. Suffering became my life, and in turn, my death. I and my beloved sit here at night, sharing our passion for pain, and lust for horror. Though no love awakes in our long-dormant hearts, no care flows through our chocked and long dried up veins. Don't expect to come and defeat the horrors of these lands. No blade of steel can pierce there foul flesh, no speels can vanquish them into dust. Nothing.
So leave now before you feel my chill kiss upon your skin, or the rancid breath of Death down your neck, for by then, it will be too late. The Shadows would have caught you....
~*Lady Misery*~
