"They walked out of the maws of scattered, rabid vermin, and into the jaws of oblivion. The combined forces of the Reaving Dread mercenaries, and the Midnight Inn had long been noticed by Abaddon - noticed and even had their future assimilations planned out.
"Yet, like the first chill of autumn, which breaks through the hold of passing summer, the forces suddenly diverted from the script. They did not venture onto the carefully orchestrated path that had been laid before them. They did not continue to face seemingly random obstacles, all the while unaware that each and every pebble in their path was a part of a meticulous plan.
