The Lady and The Tide
The Lady then came, and with her, the tide,
Transforming the desert where Death did reside.
Marshlands blossomed and grasses grew tall,
Her presence a gift, a green overhaul.
~ Lore of the Land, vol. 4
The Lady
Once the keeper of sacred springs and silver lakes,
the Lady now walks the still waters beyond the veil.
Her grace remained, intertwined with newfound loyalty to Death.
And thus was born the Darkmoor -
where nature thrives in shadow, nurtured by ancient bones.
The bitter cycle never ceases,
in a masquerade of life, each death feeds a bloom that should not be.
The Tide
In the realm of the living,
Aegir, God of the Seas, has surfaced from his domain.
Even here, in the land of the dead, water answers his call.
Things long-thought drowned stir once more
and in the deep dark water,
something listens - and answers.
The campfire flickers, small but bright,
a final star against the night.
Two nights before the moon is new,
the Moor shall open - to seal your doom.
Act III: The Darkmoor opens on the 25th of April.
