Tablet of Empire:
<The unfamiliar runes shimmer with Void magic, then shift. Suddenly, you can read the fragmented and broken text.>
Our great peoples...
...the cities we built... untold grandeur... Shimmering in the Sky...
Predacea... shone with knowledge... scholarship... our greatest weapon... in the wars to come.
Riftwalker Alayshen says: Did you carve this tablet, specter? Your people... your civilization... were they lost to war?
Mysterious Specter says: Only my beautiful weapons could stop the bloodshed.
Tablet of Conquest:
<The runes again Shift before your eyes, until you can read fragments of text.>
Empire of... first strike...
...City... lost... another. until no more...
...They needed me. They asked me... great Akintunde...
...make weapon... save them all...
Riftwalker Alayshen says: Specter... You are Akintunde? Some sort of weaponsmith?
Akintunde the Unstoppable says: My empire asked for a weapon to end the wars. I obliged.
Tablet of Annihilation:
<Once again, the runes Shift before your eyes, becoming legible.>
In the wake of my weapon... War ended.
...all ended... cities razed... no more war... no more...
Only... smallest life survived... evolved over eons... monsters, beasts now...
...In the final wave... before the end... my...
BETRAYED ME... LOCKED ME AWAY... PUNISHMENT... FOR GIVING WHAT THEY ASKED...
Riftwalker Alayshen says: No, it cant be... your weapons ended all civilization on Predacea? How could you live with yourself? How do you linger?
Akintunde the Unstoppable says: Only the strong survive. My people were weak. I overcame death itself! And now you will help my rebirth.
Riftwalker Alayshen says: We'll see about that.