It starts in a dim place. A castle hall, a cavern sprawl, a cave with
glyphs upon the wall. Echoing and empty save for us, somewhere far
below the notice, perhaps even the perception of most. This is your
place. This is where we have our visits, where I can speak without
fear of being drowned out or misheard. It is where I can hear you most
clearly also, where the white noise and influences of the outside
cannot, dare not obscure.
I have enjoyed much company in this place of late, and what better way
to begin chronicling our journey than by expressing my pleasure? Every
night, it seems, another finds that place and spends time there.
Welcome, legion, new and old.