“Legend has it that the gods of old fought against one another in these lands. They say that each god slain left behind many objects of raw power. These relics, as one would call them, were moved to unknown locations in the material plane by mortals, the gods refusing to hold them in fear of becoming tainted themselves. According to myth, the mortals that carried these relics became increasingly aloof, until finally being driven to madness. The mortals that were spared the burden created complex labrynths to guard these relics, unlike any tombs you see today…”
The bards voice fades away as the line into town shuffles a little further up. You are fleeing a plague that has devastated many villages and towns, including yours.