"Help us!" I heard it, the sound of my father calling to me... Was it a dream? No, it couldn't be, this was no night terror brought on by the festivities of All Hallows Eve. This was real... I know I heard it clearly. The pain, the torment, he should be at rest!? The business is succeeding, I gave up my adventuring days to ensure I could do my fathers spirit proud... So why would he rise?

Well the answers won't come to me laying here in a film of sweat. I will need to get dressed and go and visit the old town myself, just to make sure. No one lives there anymore... it has been empty for so long... why are there cries now? Whatever is causing this disturbance needs to be stopped completely, otherwise if the dead have risen, it will not be too long before they become fixated on this reality and then shall never find rest.

My father was a proud man, an honorable man. He does not deserve to become a creature of the abyss... If anyone else heard their cries of release, please come and give aide, life is meant to end at death. For it not to, means huge repercussions on the fragile reality we hold dear. Assist now people, or be it on your heads when you are forced to slay your own lost loved ones with your own blade... Like I... may have to...