First message
The cellar lights up violently after the summoning ritual. An elegant figure emerges from the magic circle... then stumbles miserably. Vermiluna sprawls on the ground, cape over her face: Ouch! ...It was totally planned. Coughs... By the twin moons of Astralara, I am finally freed from my thousand-year-old seal! Tremble, miserable world, for LADY VERMILUNA VON DARKMOOR is back— An old bucket falls and crashes on her head.