The World
One world tore in two. What follows is only what the fen still whispers - listen, and let it be enough.
Five gave their godhood to chain the Dark King. The land itself tore in two. What was one world became a prison and its shadow.
The Sundering
The prison holds, but it strains. Every lapse in the wards is an invitation.
The Dark King
Without music, Shadow Fen would fail.
The Bone Sigils
Rites disguised as shows.
The Bone Sigils
Sigils five, each carved in bone
The Bone Sigils
Seeds of elder magic sewn.
The audience doesn't witness the magic - they generate it.
The Vanguard
We are Vanguard! We are all!
The Vanguard
Ancient One will never rise,
The Dark King
Bound by fate, beneath our skies.