Amazingly by the Grace of Ardennor I live. Having awoken in an icy chamber with blurred memories of what came before ending with the screaming of a woman which pulled me to consciousness. The Light guides my hand, and with such I heal the wounds upon my fellow prisoner Loreg and myself to some degree. We are destined to be sacrificed to some demon god by these insectoid creatures. But my faith is strong, the Lord of Light shall not abandon us. We must find our way out, either through combat, or through a passage that has led others to their doom, or down a icy river to an uncertain demise. May the Light shine upon us..