12/20/1004In the hushed cold, as the hours creep past the mid night and the first day
of winter comes upon us, a cry can be heard throughout the Realms.
The scream of children. Hundreds of children. Perhaps thousands.
In the pitch of night, across the Realms, as if in a single wail they rise
from sleep in sheer terror. And if it could somehow be heard, they all say
as one, with tearing eyes:
"THE DARKEST DAY! THE DARKEST DAY! THE BLACK WIND! THE WORLD SHALL CRACK AND
BLOOD SHALL RAIN!"
And so begins the Solstice. So begins Yule.
Created by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 03-20-08 11:56 PM
Last Modified by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 03-20-08 11:56 PM