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The lamps on Wyndmoor Street snuff themselves at midnight and refuse to relight, afraid to illuminate what lies in the darkness.

"The hermit dies. The outcast dies. The lone wolf dies. Only those who stick together survive this world."
—Uros, Pendelhaven elder

"You'd best move along, human. Our palates are far less discerning than our master's."

No duelist is without equal in Paliano.

Renegades do some of their best work right under the Consulate's nose.

In the Skyfang Mountains, one misstep can mean the end of an entire clan.

The Keldons used the toxic vents in the cracked earth to bolster their home's defenses.

"Strike," the fumes hiss. "Raise an empire with your ambition."

The naga of the Sultai Brood made deals with dark forces to keep their power.

"Do you not hunt the yetis of the high peaks, stripling? Their meat is as tender as a bear's and their blood as warming as fire. They are prey that will please Atarka."
—Surrak, the Hunt Caller

One alone is dangerous, and they are never alone.

"It's easy for the innocent to speak of justice. They seldom feel its terrible power."
—Orim, Samite inquisitor

Decades to build. Hours to demolish.

"A master of hieromancy can see the advantage in any scenario."
—Warden Hixus, to Kytheon

Leonos had no second thoughts about the abolishment edict. He'd left skyrunes warning of the eviction, even though it was cloudy.

Surrakar grab things they don't want.

The longest nights are measured not in hours, but in heartbeats.

All the books were dusty with disuse, save the one titled Camouflage and Its Practical Applications.

The pirates of the Brazen Coalition are the descendants of those displaced by the Legion of Dusk, and they are eager for vengeance.

The residents of Embraal were never known for finesse, just for getting things done.

Shintan sensed the malice in his opponent, but he did not strike until the orc's muscles tensed in preparation to throw the first punch.