Kir the Silent
Until Your Flesh Is Consumed
“Down into the unknown dark we traveled. It had been nearly a week since I had seen the sun and somehow I felt I may never see it again. We recently crossed the Great Bridge and left the ruins of Dwartchlzend far behind. We are now deeper than any man or mer has dared go before. We've already lost nearly a dozen men, but Damien doesn’t seem to care. Ever since he found that dwemer text mentioning the glowing gate supposedly hidden in the underground land called the Deep Dark, it’s like nothing else matters. Even if this glowing gate does exist, what could possibly be behind it? The dwemer didn’t build it. Hell, they were mystified by it.”
“What does he expect us to do? The most advanced civilization couldn't get it open. Damien just smiles when I ask and says, ‘You'll see,’ like he’s got all the answers. Something’s not right though…even as I sit here writing this as we camp in the Deep Dark, I feel as though eyes are upon me. Something evil, something hungry just watching us from the pitch black surrounding us. This calls to mind an old proverb, ‘Sometimes when you stare into the abyss…the abyss stares back.”
Sometimes when you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back. Kir closed the ancient journal. He thought how true those words were. He thought on how many times he had been there. On the precipice, staring into the abyss and the unknown it held within its darkened depths. But he was an assassin. He was used to dark places. He looked around at the camp buzzing with activity. He had spared no expense; there were guards and sellswords, miners and laborers, along with a scholar and a cook. They had built this makeshift camp in a few hours, waiting here for about three days while the last of the supplies and interested parties trickled in.
He had the couriers post the flyers to attract anyone brave, or foolish, enough to join this expedition into the fabled Deep Dark. What treasures…or horrors lay below the ground? Who built this mystical, glowing gate and why? Kir didn’t have any of these answers. Not yet. But one thing was certain. He would delve into the depths of Nirn and discover…what lies beneath
“What does he expect us to do? The most advanced civilization couldn't get it open. Damien just smiles when I ask and says, ‘You'll see,’ like he’s got all the answers. Something’s not right though…even as I sit here writing this as we camp in the Deep Dark, I feel as though eyes are upon me. Something evil, something hungry just watching us from the pitch black surrounding us. This calls to mind an old proverb, ‘Sometimes when you stare into the abyss…the abyss stares back.”
Sometimes when you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back. Kir closed the ancient journal. He thought how true those words were. He thought on how many times he had been there. On the precipice, staring into the abyss and the unknown it held within its darkened depths. But he was an assassin. He was used to dark places. He looked around at the camp buzzing with activity. He had spared no expense; there were guards and sellswords, miners and laborers, along with a scholar and a cook. They had built this makeshift camp in a few hours, waiting here for about three days while the last of the supplies and interested parties trickled in.
He had the couriers post the flyers to attract anyone brave, or foolish, enough to join this expedition into the fabled Deep Dark. What treasures…or horrors lay below the ground? Who built this mystical, glowing gate and why? Kir didn’t have any of these answers. Not yet. But one thing was certain. He would delve into the depths of Nirn and discover…what lies beneath