"They gathered beneath the cover of the stone pavilion en mass. Cloaked and hooded. Most of them clean. Robes made from fabrics that were near pristine. One by one and two by two. They trickled in to that space, marked by a strange seal wrought in bronze that hung at the peak of the archways. A seal that looked every bit an eye. Wide and open as the fire's light from within the pavilion danced along its polished surface and poured through the ringed bands.

The light. The golden red burn that licked up higher and higher and cast long, strange shadows out into the ember-lit night. It burned with a malignant menace. A red that turned purple and black. But only in flickers. Only in blinks and hisses.

Their voices. The voices of those gathered round. Were like so many little drops of rain. Pittering and pattering against the stone and bouncing out in a rush of rivers streamed from storms. A chatter that came close to chorus.

One voice rose above the rest.

"Hark, ye sightless! And rejoice!"

Their voices grew louder in exaltation. A sound that sounded near agony, so loud did they shriek.

"Tonight! On this night! Beneath the two moons that doth burn on high, we have one, most faithful! One most ready to show all their devotion!"

The crowds shuddered. "A Seer! A Sightless Seer!"

"Take them! Take the stars from them!"

"For the Stareater! For the Everwatcher!

Something shifted in the air. A cold pulse that saw the fire's glow turn blue and green for but a blink and the crowd hushed and trickled to silence.

From their vantage points, the Knights of Anathaeum could but watch the procession, and hear the words of the Speaker address the crowd, tone like cold fire.

"Procure, the blades,"

- Roki's opener from As There Are Stars In The Sky

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P R E L U D E
❁ Days Most Dark || Five years in the past. Accompanying the Master of the Loch, Hawthorne, and Pursuant Eironmar, Syrs Osuin and Helena venture deep into the wylds. Therein, they encounter a dense growth of corrupted life, and a relic most ancient.
❁ From the Root || Three years in the past. Word of mercenaries-turned-bandit sees two pairs of Knights venture into the rocky crags and valleys.

A C T I
❁ Petty Lords and Pettier Problems || Squire Innis learns an important lesson, baring witness to a portent of darkness to come.
❁ Necromancy by Any Other Name || Selene, Osuin, and Vos chase down rumors of a corrupted sorcerer into the mountains. What they discover is a gruesome scene, a twisted enemy, and the shadow of a greater threat looming over Astenvale. The sorcerer is able to flee the scene, and Selene is left critically wounded, lost in a false nightmare and unresponsive.
❁ The Wolf and the Lion || Syrs Bebin and Dejan find themselves in a firefight with a powerful cultist. They return victorious, a strange and unsettling artifact in hand, and a dark dread obscuring their hearts.
❁ That Whisper in the Night || On the hunt for the traitor Knight Demiex, tempers run hot, the trail goes cold, and the Knights lose a good lead.

I N T E R M I S S I O N
❁ What Lurks In the Loch || A recap thread going over the events of Act I.
Kingdom of Mud || Selene and Bebin find their way home.
Das Broofest of Astenvale || Yes, this is canon.

A C T I I
Two For Today, Three for Tomorrow || Solon Raye and Squire Hector research the Trinemoro, three witches of legendary status.
With Eyes Unclouded || Josai and Seluria set out to make contact wit h one of the Trinemoro sisters.
As there are Stars in the Sky || The Sightless prepare to welcome another Seer into their ranks, but are interrupted by the Knights of Anathaeum.
In the Eye of the City || The Knights of Anathaeum track the Everwatcher's followers to the outskirts of Alliria, but the cultists are one step ahead.
Strange Fruit || Squires Hector and Keston encounter a mad archer.