Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

The air thickens with a hideous odour; it clogs your nostrils, it almost paralyze anyone in adjacent area. Closer and closer, a neverendending chatter of nonsense, maniac laughter and hystirical shouts can be heard; it echoes back and forth among the trees in Cloakwood...
When the fog cleares, a grey dressed man - approx. in his 40's, with unkept skin and hair, obviously smells like rot and never let his voice down, appears.
He call himself Cyrus - no one have ever heard of this man along the Sword Coast before; with limited powers, he summons the dead to his command, swing his staff and release horror upon his foes...

"Twas many days ago, when the Moon stood high, We were following our agenda - merely making any disturbance! Suddenly, two holy-goodies approached us!
They blasphemed our way of living, even our child! Our pretty child... so young... [it continues for 4 pages, crude drawings of necrophiliac art, death, words of magicks, dominance... - with short poems, romantic descriptions of necrophilia. Always refering to himself as "We" - sometimes "I", "my child", "father" - clearly, these pages are written by someone whos very ill - or perhaps truly evil.]
the the text reads:"We challenged the foul beats to a duel! Only to be kept back with a strict leash! Like a dog! Arro! Voff!" [simplistic drawings of a dog held by a leash by two humanoids]...

"we will avenge, yes yes!"

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