Description
"A storm is comin'." The words of the Seer had never rung so true, as in the distance, Grace saw darkened clouds fold into one another. "I see." The old woman, wrinkled, only her shriveled frown showing from beneath her drooping hood, picked at her nails. "That's not it." *** After a particular day when the usual morning fog had become just a bit thicker, and shadows just a bit darker, hunters stopped returning from the forest. It was the Ministerial Registry that first noticed. Countryside provinces were losing townsfolk one by one. Reports of snarling, howling, and a seemingly permanent, migratory storm heading directly towards Bruckney piled up. And when Regimental Mounts began vanishing on patrol of the Efvrwoods, fort gates were raised, city guards were doubled, and the Church ordained its greatest weapons: The Few O' Fate. But, now, after the rallying cry has died down, the battle lines on Ministerial war maps have been shifted further and further back, and one of the Few O' Fate lay dead, will the force come to be known as Dark Eye be stopped? Follow Grace Atlen, a student of the Natural and Medical Inquisitories at Bruckney Institute, and a band of ragged Outrunners who just so happen to be where the storm hits next.
Prologue: The Storm
