Welcome to Legends of Aventris.

Oh, I'm Briggsie. In your listening to Edge of Midnight, is what happened last time?

If you don't want to be crooked, the little girl will.

We're going to have to do some kind of ritual if we're going to banish this thing.

Freedom to take control of our fates.

Little sketch of crossbones.

Duchess of sin.

Give me the power to protect this place in these people.

My oath is one of crown, and you are my queen, Lilith.

Maiden, banished the darkness in Druskenwald, and enable my friends to find what they seek.

Freedom from grief, to be healed of their sins. Green to black, flesh to bone.

I bring Gorthos through my being to these crooked lands.

Let the rod of the earth consume the evil here and let what grows return to the natural order of things.

All you help us purge the tree.

It wants to turn us crooked, but we bid it now to flee.

Strange powers led us here, we call them two times three.

On the edge of midnight we purge the crooked tree.

The words of the land have saved the once doomed province of Fawcance.

The words of the heart too is uncertain or even wicked as they may be.

All that really matters is that they're true.

Maybe despite the hysteria that came over these poor unfortunate souls

and the sins they committed against the neighbors and loved ones,

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