Part 1

Syndra was desperate for any idea at this point. The past 5 years had been ones of unfathomable heartbreak. Her entire family murdered, and her husband too. So when she found a dusty old tome in a private library at the bottom of a forgotten ruin that told of a wish granting amulet, she was intrigued. In the dim light of the library, she yelled in frustration as she learned where it was located, though.

"With the Demon King?" Syndra yelled. "How am I supposed to get it?"

Learning this tidbit sent Syndra off on another quest. How to dimensional transfer to the most guarded plane of existence in all of reality? It felt like an even more fruitless search, until she uncovered some ruins in the south of Itari in a cave system known as the Maw.

Reading the runes on the walls, she realized she hit a jackpot. This wasn't just Orcish ruins, this was Zimmil Ma! The capital of the Orcish Empire. Oh, she would not tell anyone about these ruins, that much was certain. But what was this uneasy aura about the ruins? Why did she feel like she was being watched? As she rounded a corner, making her way toward what the signs said was a library, she heard a voice echoing through the empty streets.

"Where souls die."

Syndra knew better than to call out, it felt like a trap. But she noticed remnants of lightning spells were starting to be visible on the stonework, which was an extremely specialized subset of Air Magic. As she neared the library, she turned a corner and saw something she wasn't expecting at all, an Orc trapped in a lightning spell, who was also still quite alive, as he looked directly at her.

"Who are you?" Syndra decided to ask.

"At last! A visitor comes to see the Great Lazarus!" The Orc boomed, laughing heartily. "To have escaped the soul snare no less, you're a dangerous one."

"Lazarus?" Syndra asked. "As in Lazarus the Insane, the Mad Orcish Emperor?"

Lazarus howled with laughter at this, clearly pleased. "Yes, lesser minds have called the Magnificent Lazarus insane! They do not understand! They can't see what Lazarus sees!"

"You have clairvoyance." Syndra stated, to which Lazarus nodded. "Then perhaps you can help me."

"Lazarus knows what you seek, yes." He answered with a grin, flexing his arms. "An entrance to Hell."

"Let's skip the pleasantries. How do I get there?" Syndra asked, hands on her hips.

"Then lean in close, and the great Lazarus will whisper the forbidden knowledge into your ear." Lazarus responded, grinning like a maniac.