Whispers of the Forgotten Realms

Prologue

In a realm beyond reach, a world ensnared by the veils of time lay hidden, its magic obscured not by ethereal mist nor enchanted veil, but by the relentless flow of moments, slipping through the fingers of those who once knew its secrets. Forgotten were the creatures that once danced between realms, their existence now relegated to the whispers of myth. Yet, their presence endured, lingering in the shadows of ancient stories, waiting for the time when belief would breathe life into them once more.

Among these tales, there existed the legend of Sarama - malevolent spirits born of nature's wrath, shadows that crept from the forest's heart to steal the souls of unsuspecting townsmen. Theirs was a sinister purpose, an eternal hunger for the essence of humanity. And beside them, an accomplice far more beguiling - the Butattwe. Sirens of the sky, these spirits resided within the highest reaches of the heavens, dwelling in the Law-ang, a celestial realm beyond mortal perception. Their enchanting songs lured travelers to the precipice, a cliff from which they were compelled to leap, forever lost in the embrace of the unknown.

Two covens of nature's magic, entwined in the tapestry of existence, both light and shadow. Still, they lingered, their power undiminished by the passage of centuries. They prowled the edges of forgotten tales, victimizing the poor, the young, the innocent, reaping lives to feed their ancient appetites.

And now, the threads of myth and reality are poised to intertwine once more, where the echoes of forgotten enchantment yearn to be heard, and where the destinies of humanity and the spirits are bound by a fragile balance that threatens to tip into chaos.