The Nightfarer's Journey
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The Nightfarers braved the dangers of Limveld as it was consumed by the encroaching Night. They fought its' Main Aspect, and as they took the Rune of Night and placed it in a different host to seal it away, protecting the Lands Between... their souls unbound from the Roundtable left to all corners of the world.
One whose soul didn't have a place to belong... migrated on, unable to rest, desperate to live. With nothing but the clothes on her back, a seal for protection, and her claws to fight back, the Revenant moved on...
Onto a world unlike anything she could have imagined.
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