We are the Children of the Fallen.
We will be heard.
Something is awakening. I can feel it, I can hear the growing murmurs of the spirits and their dissent. A faint brush of a breeze that isn't there caresses my face, yet I feel a gnarled hand hovering over the calm. The gods are silent, and while that's not unusual, even their Champions are beginning to disappear. I don't know what to do, I don't think any of us do. I can only pray that it will leave us in peace.
Do you know what it is? Can you sense it, as I do? I pray to the gods for our safety, as should you.
For centuries, the denizens of Iledrith have lived in relative peace. Many have grown complacent, believing that nothing could disrupt their lives, even as the war between the two kingdoms threatens their safety. But when a Champion of the goddess Orianne goes missing and nature itself begins to fade, the facade of safety begins unraveling at the seams. It's obvious that something is coming, and it's been closer to Iledrith than anyone could ever imagine.