We live in the darkness between the twilight of dusk and dawn.

Magic was once a part of us and us part of it. Then the Gloom, a bodiless form of fog and cloud, began to consume our lands. None remember how or when it came. Knowledge of its emergence vanished during the Purge generations ago.

As day gives way to the Gloom, the Manifest awaken from our dreams to stalk us from the shadows. What magic remains is fading. The power and glory of its rivers and seas are becoming beds of dust and death.

We have come to accept this existence. It is all we have known. It has become a part of us.

In darkness we live, we endure, we survive.

Venerate Jacobus Myghtes
General of the Order of the Sacrament
3rd Consort of the Foundation