Into the Gate
A reverent hush fell across the swamp as the assembled soldiers and mages fell silent. Lord Griffon stood on a large tree stump, amplifying his voice with a simple spell. Feeling weary from the travel and conversation, I summoned my staff, leaning against the glassy shaft and listening closely.
"One year ago, the gods blessed our world with warnings of a darkness to come. A time in the near future when demonic hordes would descend from hell and ravage our lands and loved ones. That time has come, and we have risen to meet it"