'As I stood on the balcony perched above the moor I decided I shall follow through with the old traditions. My lavish and extravagant estate fell into ruin as I got to work.
It has been a year now, many have quit while more have died. Their sturdy bodies and well made shovels did not protect them from that abomination that lay in wait beneath our feet. I still remember their screams as they disappeared beneath the soil, clutching at anything that could save them. Even the rats did not find solace in those caverns.
In this letter rests the remainders of my family fortune. I beseech you, please return home, deliver our family from the clutches of this ravenous rumour shadowed manor. I have many things to tell you nephew but not much time is left for me in this world. Inside the parcel you will find my diary cataloging that which lays in wait and the methods that injure or deceive them. Things have been set in motion that cannot be undone.
The world now depends on the security of this place therefore the empire and all nations of all races will be your sponsor.
'Our venerable house. Opulent and imperium. Magnificent and imposing.'
- A letter from Duke Reinhardt the 6th - 1 year before The Fall