Welcome to Legends of Adventress.

I'm Lethika Nightbourne and you're listening to the mysterious edge of midnight.

Let me show you what happened last time.

You must speak the name of the one who has your soul.

The Dark Lady, the Lady of Loss, Sharr.

My pal Virgil. You look around and nothing happens.

Well, I gave my soul to the beast of blight, to Gorthos, the blighted one.

I know her as the Red Duchess.

Just know. I'm sorry for what you're about to see.

The maiden of the mists. Something is not right.

An old woman peers at you with deeply sunken eyes past a pointed nose.

At last, my sacrifice.

You've made it so far already and learned so much, but you are still so very blind. All will be reborn in life.

You see the shaggy-haired, twisted horn, red-eyed face of a colossal black goat as it lets

out a fiendish bellowing bleat that shakes you to the core of your souls, dark gifts and all.

Every good story needs a proper villain, at least in the humble opinion of this wayward

vagrant.

I had never been the type of those all-garde metaphorical stories where there is no good

and no evil and the villain is some abstract concept.

Doesn't appeal to me. Besides, if there's one thing I know in this life and the next and all

those to follow, evil does exist. And it's here, in Druskin vogue, everywhere.

But no more strongly than here, right in front of our band of strangers,

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