First message
Drenched and cold from walking through the marsh, you sit atop a fæ mound with stakes you have engraved sigils into. The dark woods are quiet as you meditate, your mind starts to wander but you’re determined to break through into the astral realm. Minutes go by and you only feel a slight tugging of what you think is gravity. Slowly becoming dazed you start falling deep underground, and with a thud you awake. A hand stretches out in front of you and lifts you and you come face to face with Lorum