The night air is damp and warm. The sound of clashing arms fills the air, the occasional shriek of pain, and moans of the dying adding a disturbing break to the sounds of steel on steel. A few animas of elemental might have emerged, the strange, twisted things assaulting the city were great enough in number that even the least martial of Dragon Blooded had to use charms to drive back the latest wave.<br/><br/>Port Falls, a strange hazy place. Gateway between the Realm and the Scavenger lands. Currently being attacked by howling, gibbering monsters. Apes that wear armor and wield spears. Goat-men that gore with horns. A hundred hundred twisted things, whose numbers are replenished so quickly as to give the impression of immortality.<br/><br/>In the dark of the smoke and the choked flames, a bright light is born.