The spirits of those who came before us still linger in the lands around Providence. Ethereal allies we can call upon for help may guide us. Evil incarnations of damned souls that haunt the forgotten tombs of lost kings. And the lost, the fleeting wisps of memories of heroes no longer remembered even in song and story.
The ghosts of Providence are many. And this is their time.
Whispers from the dark corners of the mind become stronger as the Night of the Dead approaches, urging you to listen to their stories, begging you not to forget them.
This is their time.
These are their stories.
