Welcome to Legends of Adventress. I'm Briggsita Cutlass Crats. You have heard of me, haven't you?

And you're listening to Edge of Midnight. Here's what happened last time.

You hear a gasp of air from Farrant as her eyes rolled back in her head, roving mobs on the hunt for witches.

The Archbishop will be leading a large ceremony and a speech tomorrow evening.

And Flora, a Maggie Macduff's familiar, you're going to have to create some kind of soul talisman or something.

Each of you is linked to a sin.

We call...

Call to our watchers,

to protect and to provide,

allow us not to be enthralled by others.

They are within us.

They are power.

With them, we are one. Although this is a land of death and mist,

there is still power in this land. It can help protect you against the might of the abyss

by flowing through you and bringing out the dark gifts that are upon you all, but only if you let it.

Anyone as old as I am knows that power can come from all sorts of places.

Is power in death? Sure enough. Especially in a misty place like this.

It's power in the heavens as the folks of full sense cling to so desperately.

There's power in the hells, as our disembodied heroes have learned all too well.

And while it ain't as flashy, there's also power in the land.

Some folk call it the elements, some folk call it the old ways, but whatever

you call it, it's strong. And it may just be the only thing that can steal these folk-tailed protagonists

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