"...Elfhame..."

Dana chants and dances for 8 minutes and 8 seconds before the voice of your goddess echos in both of your heads, voice full of majesty and power. ~Grave Danger and Great Opportunity await you here, for you have landed on the edge of the Island of Gramarai, better known as Elfhame. In an age past my cult took deep root among the people here and went to war against that of Valdur, seeding the land with my sacred trees of Oak, Ash, Thorn and Rowan and pulling down the spires of the elven cities, driving the elves from the island and returning it largely to pristine wilderness, but when the other gods united against me they slaughtered the inhabitants of the island, all save the one unbroken elven city of Kelain Dor, which remained besieged, not by the living but the dead. The island is now a 'shadow land' where most living things that die rise as one of the undead one to seven days later unless destroyed with fire or acid. This has protected the island from Valdur's priests reclaiming it as a homeland for the elves once more, but now with the break down of the Old Alliance there is a movement to retake their ancestral lands, and these 'Silver Crusaders' will surely wish to destroy you. However there is hope for you and your partner: in the caves beneath the island are several places where my worshipers entered an 'Eternal Hibernation' turning into stone statues which live, after a fashion, but need not eat or breathe or void waste for up to 10,000 years. Only one of my clergy can wake them and only once they purge the site of one of the old cities of the taint of the 'shadowland' and rekindle the fires of it's re-spawn point. This is my commandment to you: make it your mission to do this and build a new cult to me here, which will purge the island of the undead, cast down Kelain Dor, and throw back the 'Silver Crusaders' and make this Island the undisputed and indisputable homeland of my faith.~

"WoW." Is all Dana can manage.