In early Lleian of 454 MA, a contingent of citizens from Spinesreach and Enorian set forth to the Dramedo Crags upon the continent of Albedos. Earlier in the week, scouts hailing from the two cities had reported a strange figure that wandered about the mountainside not long after the disturbances began upon Sapience. Now, the figure had returned and was approached by the cities in search of whatever knowledge it may hold of the plight upon Sapience. The figure, a sickly Shil'tok wanderer shrouded in a thin burial shawl, looked upon the gathering and spoke with a voice not its own.

KING.

The Shil'tok's eyeless gaze fell upon the gathered Kingbound as fear began to rise throughout the gathered party, though resolve steeled them for the revelations to come. Noelle of Enorian stepped forward (in a brave or perhaps foolhardy act) as a voice for her people alongside Aarbrok of Spinesreach.

THE FLESH CANNOT HOLD ME.

A god, once thought little more than myth, now stood before them. His voice rang out from the Shil'tok like the bellow of a horn within the minds of those gathered and the very ground began to rot away with His fleeting presence. The god pushed the loathsome creature ever forward as it decayed beneath His indelible touch and spoke in fragmented speech that brought forth only all the more questions as to the fate of Sapience, the Underking, and His own origins.

Words were not enough, as the god burned a terrible memory into the minds of those gathered, His meagre voice rotting away in the aftermath, but not before it rang out in finality:

I AM MUADI, THE GATEKEEPER. RESTORE WHAT WAS BROKEN.

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 24th of Lleian, in the year 454 MA.