When I first came to the Warrens I could feel how deep the frost had sunk into the stone. The underground breathes corruption and it seems that no amount of time will change that.
I had hoped the secret to a cure would be found here where the Frostfell blight first started, but it seems that hope was misplaced. The Warrens are merely a tomb where the forgotten wander not quite alive but still unable to rest.
There is nothing left of the great people that once lived here. Only rot and decay remain coating the passages and cities in a thick miasma. Were I not already blighted this place would be my death.
Solaris's light has not reached this place since the first outbreak and I do not think it ever will. All that is within my power is to stand watch over this place with my men and make sure the blight never escapes again. A warden of a forgotten prison.
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Vigils
FantasyThe Codex has no place for mortal words. Our vigils are recorded here. May Acile and Solaris bless us.