"As you brave the fallen walls you can sense the power therein. Images of a glorious past come to assault you, of banners raising high and the sound of cheerful voices who claim for their lords. But such a place is only a memory. The only living remnant is the construct, that looks at you intently. He raises one of its arms wich holds a finely honed blade and closes the distance between you two with a shriek of despair and hate that breaks any semblance of serenity." Instinct: To find death

• Wade into battle
• Wound and maim