You make your way through the total darkness of the cave, drops of water plopping to the floor, their sound amplified by rock and shadow. You sense an open space ahead and soon discern the dim flow of torchlight. You gasp at the sight.
Hundreds of bones have been cemented to the walls to form grim vaults, mouldings, and archivolts. From the recesses of the vaults hand large black bats that occasionally shift and squeak. In the center of the chamber is a large throne of bone upon which sits a noblewoman, her skin like alabaster, her features elegant as death.
'Welcome to my domain,' she chimes, her exotic accent beautiful and strangely hypnotic. 'I am Syrina, mistress of this pit despair and all the land around it that night encircles. I was excited to sense your arrival. It is long since I have had the pleasure of guests.' Her smile is thin and bloodless and she raises a delicate glass filled with deep crimson to her place lips.
She gazes at you with her red eyes. 'But please do stay awhile.' She rises from the throne, and two decaying skeletons emerge from their grotesque sculptures of bone. 'As you can see, my visitors find it quite to leave.' Syrina's laughter fills the chamber as the bats stir into a screeching swarm.
Slay your opponent's avatar or complete four quests to win the game.
Game Win Lore
Syrina's death shriek echoes through the grotto as her body crumbles into from which she came. The few remaining bats chatter in a small cloud that flutters up a long passage faintly glowing in gray light. You follow them away from this dark pit and its bones to the freedom of the surface. You blink in the bright sunlight, watching the bats scatter over the Karana countryside until they are lost in the glare.
You have defeated Syrina the Caitiff!
Game Loss Lore
The cloud of bats swarms about you, making it impossible to spot your enemy. Syrina leaps into the darkness and lands deftly behind you with a rush of dark air. You feel a paralyzing burning as she thrusts a dagger into the small of your back. As you begin to lose consciousness and Syrina's fangs poise over your neck, you hear her say, 'You will make a fine sculpture of bones for my wall.'