
Direwood. The province is unusally tranquil after the defeat of the Iron Jarl.

But suddenly, a deathgate emerges!

Cultists enter the area, led by a shrouded figure in armor.

Shrouded figure: 'The cold preserved his body well enough. Pouring the contents of the chalice should be sufficient!'

Shrouded figure: 'Mighty Norse, I command you to rise from the grave and fight once more!'

The Iron Jarl: 'Uuurgh... you... YOU!'

The Iron Jarl: 'YOU!'

The Iron Jarl: 'HOW DARE YOU DEFILE ME!?'
Shrouded figure: 'Hm, impressive as always, Jarl.'

The Iron Jarl: 'Hah, talk about irony. Why did you do this to me?'
Shrouded figure: 'You were destined for glory on the battlefield, but you were robbed from that destiny. You have already proven your willingness to achieve though, no matter the cost. Consider this as a second chance to fulfill your desire.'

The Iron Jarl: 'Fair enough. Though I'm intrigued how you ended up in a position like this.'












lol j/k

