In the heart of the reachlands, a darkness stirs. One that threatens everything.
- The village of New Hope sites on a river in the Alliria Reach
- Strange lightning storms have plagued the area for an entire week
- Lightning keeps striking a dark tower in the distance. One that no one remembers seeing before
- Strange, distant howls fill the night air
- Begin on the bridge, assembling by lantern light
- At the base of the tower will be an extensive maze form of almost impenetrable vines and thick thorns.
- The town sent several to investigate. They did not return.
- Allirian rangers and the townsfolk are offering gold for those willing to head out to the tower
Another fork of lightning lit the sky. Draedamyr slowly blinked. It stole his view of the world around him, but left the image of the dark tower seared onto his vision. A few more blinks and he could make out the laterns along the bridge. A few more and those few huddled together in the patch of light could be seen again.
He hands rested against his belt just inches from Reverie, his sword. There was magic in the air. The kind of change, of chaos. He didn't need to sense the magic to know that something was amiss. There was barely a cloud in the sky and no rain. Yet the lightning came, as it had every night.
"Is anyone waiting for any more?" Draedamyr asked those who had assembled. He was too old to feel fear. That would change before the night was over.