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It seemed like an eternity since Gavlvich had chased after the unknown figure, now every crossroad and turn looked alike and the faintest whisper of a sound sent icy daggers of fear to his gut.

"What have I gotten myself into" he whispered to himself "Wulf's amulet cant be far? and why are all the tombs open?" Gavlvich had heard rumors of the "Great Awaking" as it was being called, "but why" he wondered.

Just then he heard a faint echo behind him, quickly spinning round on his heels he stopped facing the noise. Nothing but the silent darkness of the burrows unforgiving gloom greeted him. Carefully he stepped backwards until he heard a low rasping creak, slowly turning around, Gavlvich froze half way when he came face to face with the bleach silhouette of a skeleton. His heart skipped a beat, his breathing began to quiver, his gut ached and his hands trembled. The rumors where true.