A tormented voice whispers: Leave this place. <The relic emits a white hot arc of flame. A memory has been gained: A lone Dark Iron dwarf is surrounded by seven corpses, kneeling before a monolith of flame.>
A tormented voice whispers: You will perish here. <Your mind fills with visions of chaos and destruction.>
A tormented voice whispers: Do not taint these ruins, mortal. <You are engulfed in a blinding flash of light. A creature composed entirely of flame is the only thing you can remember seeing.>
A tormented voice whispers: Help us, outsider. <The relic crumbles to dust. A vision of eight Dark Iron dwarves performing some sort of ritual fills your head.>
A tormented voice whispers: He cannot be defeated. <The relic burns to nothing. The memories it held are now your own. This city was destroyed by a being not of this world.>
A tormented voice whispers: Your existence is acknowledged. <The relic turns to dust. Your head throbs with newfound wisdom. Something evil lurks in the heart of the mountain.>
A tormented voice whispers: Defiler... you will be punished for this incursion. <A symbol of flame radiates from the relic before it crumbles to the earth.>
