Hewn limbs rustle in the depths of the Delve. Tongues twitch and eyes search for the shapes of fallen bodies. They roll and cling and snap one to the next, cohering into souls you thought long dispatched: Murdantix, Zilas, Grugonim, Molinar – the list goes on as the full host of Akylios’s horrors rise from the grave. This is happening. This is Hammerknell. And this time everyone will meet its horrors face to face.
Do you feel a tingling at the back of your neck, the faint wriggle of a tentacle as it tastes the base of your skull? Akylios, the god of Madness, has stirred in the depths of Hammerknell, restored by a surge of nightmares from the Plane of Water. Now, he calls to the Ascended once more, slipping into the dark recesses of hearts and minds to dare – or compel – your return to the cursed home of the Dwarves.