-Instance: The Lindal (Annexed Sepulchre)-

Late in the Veralurite evening, the shadowed form of a 1-trak (Old motorbike equivalent,
really useful during isolated territory conflicts years back, hence their prevalence now in
surplus) scrapes to a halt, heavy, armoured green boots touch the ground infront of it, it is
Joseph, wearing his second set as his primary Barren-Endurance armour is due for repair before
his next official deployment, this green set is bulkier, has fully plated arms and bulky shoulders,
and a decal burnt mark down the left visor instead of a physical scar, the helmet is identical to his
usual set, just dark green instead of grey, Bayrahn’s sortie includes the Freebarrel and a rare
choice: a BELT blade (its basically a chainsword), the slitted beams of light from the 1-trak
illuminate the mossy rocks ahead, Bayrahn goes towards higher ground shortly after a quick
glance around

Hard cut, Bayrahn is clambering up a rockface, once ontop, the camera reveals a boulder
blocking an otherwise clear mountainside
JOSEPH: Of course.
Joseph braces hard against the floor, locking ankle motors in the process at the side of the
boulder, highclocking his arms, he tries to roll this rock out the way, after some straining from him
and his equipment, it budges, he quickly holds the boulder before it rocks back, flitting into the
cave within
JOSEPH: So the curse wasn’t on the seal…
Sweep to interior of cave system, there are some things scattered by the entrance, including an
oddity: a U4GB dedicated commheld, old tech, but makes sense considering it was used round
about the time of the D-I conflicts, the cave went downwards immediately after the entrance,
Joseph had to slide down a steep path to traverse further, the expansive system is easily
summaried by a few walkpast shots of joseph looking around, waving his wristlight
The atmosphere takes a turn for the dire, a wind can be heard as joseph approaches the end of
the pathways
One final room, piled with strange spoils, a modest throne made entirely of irdenshingle, shining
sheer against his light
Cobwebbed, and dusty, but no spiders or other animals to be seen
Bayrahn’s light finally drifts to the seat of the throne
Dustcoated, heavy armour, Firewaltz mark 3-S (Survival grade, the densest of the prestige platings
made by Firewaltz, the long defunct manufacturer), the only piece not caked in grey was the visor,
which shone silver and opaque, strangely, a fire can be heard burning, muffled, Joseph whispers
JOSEPH: This has to be him.
Joseph picks his voice up a bit
JOSEPH: The Last Heir, fastener of Irden Clasp, is now mine to claim
Something rattles, the burning becomes louder
Dust puffs off of the antique armour, revealing a dark purple hue underneath, the armour of
Nirakren: The Last Heir to the Dredged keep, says one word, amidst multiple, hazed voices
NIRAKREN: WWW WḨ҉OO OO
OW O OO
Joseph panics, readying his sidearm
JOSEPH: I Am Commander Joseph Bayrahn, and you are supposed to be dead, aren’t you?
NIRAKREN: I…
I HAVE DIED, YES
THEN I AWOKE ONCE MORE, LATER
I FELT MY FLESH DECOMPOSE AND BURN AWAY, BURN MUCH LIKE THE CAPITAL DID (a
second voice says instead “MUCH LIKE THE KEEP DID”)
JOSEPH: Wait. How do you remember dieing?
An argument between himself, nirakren is talking over himself until reaching a jibbering conclusion,
his voices however are becoming more focused
NIRAKREN: I-I FELL TO… IT WAS HORRIFYING
Note: NIRAKREN1 And NIRAKREN2 are simultaneous lines
NIRAKREN1:A PREEXISTING HEART CONDITION, ONCE I LEARNED I HAD NOT LONG LEFT
I RETREATED TO THIS CAVE TO DIE
NIRAKREN2: N-
NOOONONOMMMYARMNOTNOWNOTWHILEIMSOCLOSELETMEGOOOOOOOO
The armour finally moves, clutching its left arm with its right, falling to the floor infront of the throne,
the screaming of the second voice was almost guttural towards the end
JOSEPH:..You Are Nirakren, right?
The armour raises its head
NIRAKREN1: YES, I AM THE LAST HEIR TO THE DREDGED KEEP
NIRAKREN2: NO, I AM NO LONGER WORTHY OF A NAME, I AM THE BROKEN!
Nirakren readies himself, forcing both his hands down, before bringing them to his helmet,
unclasping it
Beneath, the only visible remains of the Last Heir, His cleaned skull and spine, which is lined with
a black fire, emanating from the base of his neck, billowing out of the neckguard and resting below
the skull
NIRAKREN2: WITNESS MY HORRIFYING FACE, DISFIGURED AND WRETCHED
NIRAKREN1: BOO!
JOSEPH: Theres… not much left to look at
The voice unify
NIRAKREN: OH