It’s out there.
It constantly murmurs, trying to communicate a susuruss of thoughts, ideas, and sinister wishes. What does it want?
To escape.
No, it already has escaped. It wants to stretch itself–to spread itself like a putrid disease, polluting the Realm and the lands beyond. It desires to corrupt until everything is a festering, rotting shadow of the paradise it once was.
Man and elf alike are consumed by it. The mighty, savage orcs flee from it, but meet the same fate as all else.
These are dark times, but there is hope. But will the Threadweaver be powerful enough to drive back the darkness, or will he succumb to fomenting evil and become our worst enemy?
It’s out there. Madness is out there.
It’s already here.
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