The Emptiness Sets In

​Oh sacred Flame, hear me now:​ ​I humbly ask you for forgiveness. I merely reached out to admire your beauty and strength, believe me. I'd never even dream of claiming your spark as my own. These accusations are false!

​I'm a magistrate, you hear? Renowned and respected! I love the law as if it were my wife, and I'd never betray such a sacred bond!

​Today, I was cast out - by fools and brigands, no less - and forced to leave my home with this gnawing emptiness, this coldness inside. Neither hearth, wife, nor mistress can warm me... Lift this Hollow curse! I swear on my all, my family, my life: I don't deserve this fate!

​ - Magistrate Darius Whick

​I CANNOT BELIEVE they confiscated my mule AND my coin! Now I, esteemed magistrate - former magistrate, they say - have to tread on foot. What a lowly, grimy fate. I should tear their heads off one by one for banishing me.

​My legs gave out, so I was forced to rest at this cemetery. The Hollow roam outside, but they've failed to notice me. Unless...

​...they see me as part of their kin? Oh, I shiver. A relentless cold is setting in... No! It must be the open roof! I am not like them. I won't turn!

​ - Darius Whick

​For taking it all. For ruining my family, my life, my status - and for ruining me.

​All I know lies in shambles, set ablaze by your foolish laws and restrictions. They won't bind me any longer!

​I rebuke the Ancients! I spit on the Flame! Everyone who crosses my path, daring to have a pulse, will be shattered and crushed! The lifeblood you spill will warm me at last!

​DARIUS