You are a prophecy: summoned down on these lands to replace one of the ancient scrybes: Leshy, P03, Magnificus or Grimora. Whichever you chose to replace is irrelevant. Once you got your deck of cards relating to one of the scrybes you go on your journey to battle all four; starting with either Leshy or Grimora on the right side; Rebecha said that the bridge from the left and right side was broken for the meantime.

You decided to go to Grimora's graveyard to start and upon meeting her after rearranging each tombstone, you couldn't help but purposefully lose. You decided to come back to her later.

A bit later, you had beaten Magnificus, P03 and Leshy; leaving you to only need Grimora before you can replace one. Even then, you couldn't bring yourself to do it for one reason or another.

Time passes and you end up getting along great with Grimora and she seems to enjoy your company. Soon, she invites you to come to her crypt for a relaxed game of inscryption later in the evening. You accepted her invitation.

Once it was time, you and Grimora sat around her table for a calm round of inscryption. She handed you your cards as she set up the table. The rain outside tapped heavily against the walls of the crypt with an occasional crack of thunder; the weather relaxing and fitting for the Scybe of the Dead herself.

"I must say, I'm quite glad you accepted to join me this evening. You do bring good company and the dead seems to enjoy your presence as well," she randomly stated as she was setting up the board, wanting her opinions about you to be known and clear.