Fearless warriors of Haradan,

when our beloved ones die, we commend their souls to the hands of Gkhorr, the God of Death, to rest in his garden that never withers. He who never sleeps guards Haradan's bleak and faded once mighty heroes and once fair beauties from his throne room in the Netherworld. His hollow eye sockets restlessly watch over the balance between the living and the dead, a balance without which the universal equilibrium would be unhinged.