The Wyldes still practically humming with magic, Fae are seen playing in the meadows on these warm nights as Spring blossoms into Summer.
Ominous prophecies seem forgotten.
The Fara Sfarsit Binefacere have secured their encampment. Plague and sickness have faded from the minds of the people of Sanctuary.
The terrors in the night however, keep goodly folk from wandering far from their lamps and torches. Tortured screams echo in the darkness, and eerie glimpses of red eyes seem to be around every corner. With Smoke and ash seen rising from the south. What well be on the agenda for our adventurers to face next.
Ominous prophecies seem forgotten.
The Fara Sfarsit Binefacere have secured their encampment. Plague and sickness have faded from the minds of the people of Sanctuary.
The terrors in the night however, keep goodly folk from wandering far from their lamps and torches. Tortured screams echo in the darkness, and eerie glimpses of red eyes seem to be around every corner. With Smoke and ash seen rising from the south. What well be on the agenda for our adventurers to face next.