Welcome to Legends of Adventress.

I'm old Jericho Sticks, and you're listening to Edge of Midnight.

Here's what happened last time.

But my friends, Hugo miss you.

Most of the pigeons seem to be swirling around the jail.

We have been summoned by the High Inquisitor and we have urgent news to

deliver to her. His eyes alight in a violet fire and you immediately see his head snap to the side

and shake a little bit. Kill them. Yeah, I knew that's coming. You slice through and he begins to

sputter as blood spills down over the top of his plate, Zeffereen Mirabelle,

in the lowest recesses of the dungeon.

In the very center is that strange, headless effigy body with a goat skull where a head should be.

And as you look down, the head of Zeffereine Mirabelle looks up at you and sitting in a large

plush chair on the very edge of the room, High Inquisitor Mayville.

She kicks the boots off of her feet and you see where human feet should be.

Two beautifully pink pigeon-like feet, she looks towards you and smiles. After all this time in this godly province, I would be witch hunters, although they haven't

done much killing, have learned the hard way that the pigeons have come home to roost.

In the city above, the vermin of the sky keep their eyes on the vermin of the streets below.

Oh, pardon me. I meant to say people of the streets below.

As they wander, roams, steal, and kill and commit all other manner of sins in their mass hysteria.

And yet, deep below, our protagonists are about to fight and maybe die for them.

Are these folk really worth dying for?

Good question.

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