The skies seem to be on fire. Dark clouds form overhead filling the night sky with their ominous hatred. Bolts of lightning strike down into the ocean before you. You are malnourished. You seek a savior.
You hear a roar in the distance. It nears. Unintelligible at first but it soon grows closer. The orchestrated squeals of heavy metal guitars is heard, ever growing louder. "Could this be the end?" you think aloud "or a new beginning?"
Soon thunder blasts through the night sky... was it thunder? No. The blast you heard was from the percussive blast beats offered by one of your could be saviors.
A large viking ship arrives at last and four characters emerge, but you can not quite make them out, or their intent. You grow fearful.
Four silhouettes form before you. You reach out your hand but they do not reach back. Instead, you hear 4 metallic crashes of a hi-hat, the following audible heard fills your ears and drowns out any thoughts you had. You start to cry knowing that you are saved.
This is Mortalis.
