If you are reading this, congratulations.
You aren’t dead. We were ordered to leave the experiment running when we got the message to return to our stronghold. In case we would ever come back to observe the results. I’m guessing that’s never going to happen, so I thought I'd at least leave some kind of explanation here. You were and still are test subjects. Part of an experiment. One that my Mistress decided to discontinue. This letter is my courtesy to you. To give you some hope for your survival, and give me some hope for revenge. They ruined my career, you see, when they shut this place down. Remember the City Ched Nasad, Remember the name Aunrae Nasadra. They are who did this to you. They are the ones responsible, and they are the ones who will lock me in a dark pit for my failures. I do not ask you to come for me, but I do ask you to take revenge. If even one of you is still alive, hope is not yet lost. But first you must build your strength, and recover from the strain put upon your souls. Take the door on the right if you wish to live. Don’t stray from the path. Follow it until you reach the bridge. The surface is just beyond the smith. You will need this to make it past. Let us see if surface-dwellers have a thirst for vengeance after all.Aluve, Jabbuk Caleth Melarn
PS. Kill the necromancer if you haven’t already, and crush the twisted thing in its head beneath your boot whilst you still can.