Welcome to Legends of Aventris. I'm Sir Marius Renathir and you're listening to Edge of Midnight.

The last time we left our heroes, if you can even call them that, they finally made it to the end of a long journey to the heart of Drusk involved, a land

trapped between dust to midnight under the gaze of a witch's moon.

But this chapter we began not too long before, but certainly far away, across the whole

valley, in fact, to the very edge of this domain of dread. It's here where a lone man stands

before a wall of mist. He's waiting for something or someone. And he doesn't know it, but he

won't be waiting for much longer. Swirling, twisting gloom rises hundreds of feet upwards to the night's sky above and stretches

outward to either side as far as the eye can see, forming the perpetual borders and confines

of the land of Druskenwald. The figure before the endless sheets of gray mist seems tiny,

especially in comparison to the gargantuan wicker titan standing motionless

in an eternal vigil over a few hundred feet away. However, upon closer inspection, the human

man seems to be taller than average. Middle-aged with slicked back black hair and a pencil-thin

mustache. He's impeccably dressed in a suit as gray as the mist before him.

His pristinely polished shoes as black as the night sky above.

He pulls a ticking pocket watch from his pocket and checks the time with a tap of his foot before turning it and gazing back out into the shroud.

Then his eyes meet a light. It's tiny and distant at first, glowing with a spectral

blue-green hue. But it grows larger and nearer as it slowly illuminates a silhouette that slowly

approaches from within the mist. As the figure emerges from the gloom, it's revealed that the light

is being cast from a lantern fastened to a hulking orc, slightly hunched

as he carries what appears to be, a gravestone changed to his back. In one hand, he holds a shovel

that he uses a makeshift walking stick, a hood pulled up over his head only slightly obscuring his

face, as he simply steps out of the mist. At the sight of the green skin, the dapper man lights up and thrust his ringed finger outward with a beaming grin.

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