A Storm Comes.

A storm is coming. A storm of fire. It will burn across all of Vimary, and no one can escape the flames. We will all be change by the fire, Tribal and Fallen, Keeper and Squat. Even the Monsters will be burned. But leading the fires I see figures. Men and women who will be harbingers of the storm. They will find the reforged sword in the wilderness. They will discover the hidden truth. They will locate the lost child. But first, they will be lost themselves. They will be outcast. They will be Fallen. The will join us as part of the Eighth Tribe.

-Veruka the Wraith

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