A mysterious sound called to me. It was a dark, ominous strum that chilled me to my very bones, but, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t ignore them. I had to find the source.

I scoured countless dimensions in hopes of finding the origin—or at least some clue. The strums continued for years, only ceasing when I reached their precise location in the far reaches of the Apollo Rim.

I stood over a glowing crack in the earth and the strums faded. Stillness overcame me and the scar in the earth began to open, revealing a small runic stone. I knelt down and plucked it from the luminous rock.

The silence was no more. A wall of symphonies flooded my ears and the stone began to glow a vibrant green. My clutch intensified and something inside of me awakened.

Was it truly it? The Pick of Death?

Ancient lore says the Pick of Death was a musical tool forged by Nazuul himself and imbued with ancient runic technology. Anyone in possession of this artifact would be granted the Symphonic Knowledge, a power that many speculate, but only few have ever known.

The Pick of Death was now in my hands, and with it, I learned the sounds of the ethereal plane to aid me in my soulful transits and to share with fellow Grims of the ETA.

Go forth into the abyss, fellow Grims. You never know what’s lurking or what you may hear.