![]() It is not in our nature to cooperate, but extinction awakens new instincts. A conduit to provide us with the victuals to which we had grown accustomed. A shroud could be cast over the island to protect and defend. The completed tower was all that the gods had promised. It took almost all our power and strength, but at last it was done and the room at the top of the tower was empty no more. We made contact with the entities of Yuggoth and under their guidance, we sought to recreate the angles of the original. In our desperation, we sought to replace that which had been stolen. In desperation, we sought to save ourselves. They drove us back across the island-and we abandoned our foolish civil war and reunited against the greater threat. Our warring with each other had left us weakened-and the humans were full of fresh fury and anger. We had lived in fear and isolation for so long-our pent up rage burst forth in a flood. It was a war such as we had not experienced in centuries. A fleet arrived at the island and the humans began to take their long-delayed vengeance. And despite the passage of years, their hatred burned bright. With our protection gone, the humans found us again. While we remained exiled on our island, protected by our maelstrom of magic, the humans had been growing and spreading on the mainland. Our fragile alliance was broken.īut we had all of us forgotten our ancient foe. The treacherous Serpent Men were gone, taking our protection and our succor with them. The tower was silent-the summoning sorceries went unanswered.Ī council was called, but not all of the Elder Races were there. When the gods stopped answering our prayers. There was a night when our sacrifices stopped working. The consequences would be dire-but the survival of our species was paramount. Some of us were left behind to allay suspicions. We took it, from the blackest room at the top of the tower-and offering to buy us passage and prestige. We will ensure the survival of our species. They had made a pact for safety and secrecy-hidden beneath a volcano in the lands of the Giant-kings. We resigned ourselves to a long, slow death.īut then Others of our kind made contact from the mainland. The lifecycle of our kind is long, but conditions on the island were such that none of our offspring could be brought to term. The relentless savagery of humans is something we had observed over long years as their masters.įor the longest time, we thought we were alone, and we despaired. We did not know whether we would ever find safety again. Our slaves rose up, hearts hardened in the forge of servitude, and they slaughtered us. Upon finishing the dungeon (by killing the final Boss), Vaults become locked for a short duration (10-20mins roughly).Įlder Vaults Cinematic Dialogues (Spoilers Ahead) When a player recently entered a vault, one of the doors leading into the vault is slightly open. When they can be entered, their entrance and a small line on the back of it light up in light blue. The Vaults pulse audibly in close proximity, like a heartbeat. Den of the Wolfmen - Sigil of the Wolfmen. ![]()
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