Scythe of the Goddess

Dark Riders... Their relentless pursuit was swift, sensing my presence the moment I stepped into Duskwood. Fleeing was futile, they hungered for the power of the Scythe, their insatiable desire driving them forward without respite. I fortified my position, calling upon my loyal worgen companions to stand by my side, yet their might proved overwhelming, and I fell beneath their dark influence. In my final act of defiance, I pierced their heart with my spear, knowing my sacrifice would not be in vain.

Alas, it appears that the Scythe was ultimately retrieved by those malevolent beings. I shudder to contemplate the vile purposes they intended to unleash upon the world with its power. It is a relief to know that the artifact now rests within your hands, for I believe there is still hope that you may wield it with its original purpose.

Wait. Do you hear that?

Something is amiss...

You've seen it.They will not stop until the Scythe is back in their hands. You may run, you may hide, but it is pointless. They will find you.

However, there is still a chance.