Lord of Chains + PDFRob a grave. Steal a blade. Kill the Lord of Chains. Behold, the Midnight Sun which rises of Tveland like a puncture wound in the sky. An empty star, born of the abyss. It drains what little life there is from the forest of Sarkash and causes the living dead to walk among the crumbling headstones of Graven Tosk. Is it not true that we all feel its presence tormenting our souls with its unfaltering vigilance. Come night or day the star remains, sucking