Black Horizons (event)
All across Chevalie, from peasant to king and all who lumber the hours between, a shadow hangs above their heads.
The northern shadow has wrenched a tendril out toward the land of the living, almost as if in accusation. Most do not understand the signs, or are too young to remember them, but those that do know it all too well—
The dead are coming.
Waysaints protect us.