The cold autumn winds lay siege to my darkened soul. My progressing thoughts are ever melancholy. The ancient winds speak to me through these castle walls. They speak to me centuries of war and conflict. My days grow old with sorrow and Endirra still lies present in my mind. He bleeds forth to me sorceries of long ago. Oh how my blade has met many an Elder. I witness the forthright conquering of Shammash (of Endiru) when Endirra unleashed the ancient wolfe from its bindings. The wolfe swallowed the blinding sphere of illumination, and to this day Uddu hath not shown his face. Eternal darkness has prevailed for centuries...though the energies of Merodach still flow through thy dark abode. The day has come to draw thy blade once more and so the queen of mysteries is summoned from beyond the great mountains and the forces of Tliamatu raise unto thy blackened Utchat. Upon the wings of Ushumgallum I shall fly and crush the lord of fifty names. For the moon now stands in the valley of Masshu... May the knights of Kuir prevail!