Interlude I - Sturm

Untold years since the slaying of Drakketh
Drained of all that would prove his existence
The mortal realm have erased their fear
Pledging their souls to the celestial gods

We find ourselves here
Beneath the earth so deep
No light dare enter
Amongst the matriarchal dwarves
Preparing a feast
But not one for the stomachs of mortals
But for the Sleeping Gods of the mountain
A feast of Blood and Bone

The queen Terieth preparing a morsel
Only she can
The soul of her only son
The one they call Sturm