I bid thee all greetings on this cold and dark night.
The winds of fate, whisper once more of dark omens and wondering strangers,
muttering names that hath not been heard in our lands for many an age.
What comes, be it man or beast from the distant lands past the great dragon
mountains, from the lands were the great Giant, Adamastor, sleeps his
eternal slumber we know not.
The fates hath spoken of a Blood moon, a moon that will turn blood red. On
the rising of the next full moon, when she has shed her crimson cloak, our
lands will come under siege from a force we have not faced before.
Noble defenders of Griffins Tor, prepare yourselves!
I have sent the Ravens forth, to search for what must come.
In strength
Baron Rainer
