-=shrieks of the lonesome banshee echo from the pitch-black abyss below making a chill run down your spine and sweat beat on your brow=-

-=you hastily run out of instinct toward what seems to be safety=-

-=the audible sounds receding behind you not only sound angry, but they start to make a discernable creed=-

-= you seem to make out the words..."REKNOWN SCORE" in the now fading distance=-

-=you stop to ponder... "Reknown score? what is this pray tell?"=-

-=as you near the closest town you seek out the wise and sagely advice of any veteran adventurer who might illuminate the encounter you had=-