Welcome to Legends of Adventress.

I'm Grumly, and you're listening to Uprooted.

Here's what happened last time.

What had once been the great stone castle of Count Morlock is this strange amalgam of hive and flesh seems to be pulsing as great swarms of insects, of bugs are buzzing all around it.

You all feel the power surge through you as Godfrey takes the venom sacks and he places it to a large, lined chest that he has. It seems to be

lined with this strange glowing substance. Done it. We've ascended. We've achieved. And now it's

time to go on your ultimate quest. To kill those fucking bears. Yeah. Perhaps the master and the demon that he kept imprisoned here perhaps was keeping something far more

vile from being let out.

In the dread desert beneath the moon's pale gaze, dead men walk.

They haunt the shifting dunes of the breathless, windless night, brandish weapons of bronze and mocking challenge

and bitter resentment of the life they no longer possess.

And sometimes in ghastly, dry voices, like the rustling of sun-baked reeds, they whisper the one

word they remember from life, the name of the one who curse them to their existence.

More than death, but less than life, they whisper the name,

Sean Stay.

Jish.

Oh mother dear, we're not the fortunate ones.

And girls, they wanna have fun.

I raise my crossbow.

You hear the voice of Beauregard T. Rackiorek,

because I need this to be an accident.

As he is walking around singing,

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