When birds of prey scatter into the air by an unseen darkness,
you know He has arrived.

When children scream in the night, awakening from nightmares of terror and evil,
you know He breathes.

And when the mightiest warriors scream in horror, looking the reaper of death in its eyes before falling endlessly into the eternal abyss,
you know He lives.

He is Garosjax,
and he rules over the realms of horror in Norrath.

It is by the hand and will of Garosjax, that Norrathians know terror.  
Born of the essence of our deepest fears, Garosjax rules the planes that even the mighty gods of Norrath bow before.  It is by his power over our senses that drive men to flee in terror, as well as attack with relentless strength.

Legend has it that before you die, there is an instant where you become aware that your end is at hand.  It is then that your life flashes before your eyes, only to open to the realization that there is nothing you can do to turn back.  The soul is then overcome with a sense of terror, a fear of death - and that is when you come face to face with Garosjax.

Fact or fiction?  We shall all discover soon in our time.

Death brings light to the lucky,
Death brings darkness to cursed.
And should the darkness seize control of your last breath,
He shall seize control of your fears.
He shall seize control of your soul.

He is Garosjax, the Hand and Lord of Terror