As your story begins, you find yourself leaving the Shadow Marshes that has been your home for so long, to journey down the road of Droaam towards Thrane to meet the representatives of the Silver Flame who have requested your presence.  The message was brief and to the point. It was unclear how they picked you out, or why, but it was obvious they had seen. The reason though, was another story.<br/><br/>Rumors have slipped through the lands of Khorvaire, speaking of demons, devils and the like not seen in thousands of years entering the land. Whispers that the demons of the other planes were beginning to get closer and more aggressive had attracted the fears of those who understood what it mean, and the nightmares of those who only heard of the legends. Still worse was the statements, not gossip, that daelkyr were getting more active. The Demon Wastes had become even more taboo then before. The amount of people going missing or groups being killed and tortured was increasing. Something was stirring up the forces of evil they say, and it was getting worse.<br/><br/>The residents of Droaam were for the most part unaffected by what many were considering a major crisis. The goblins, gnolls and orcs going on with their lives as if nothing was wrong. With a few exceptions, the smarter, older and more knowledgeable of the goblins were obviously anxious about something, whereas most the others seemed to be almost excited.<br/><br/>The actual land though was pretty much the same, as you approach the Watching Wood the country is rather calm. The trees were ugly and didn’t look healthy but it was by no means a horrid forest of death. At least at first glance, a skeleton posted on a wooden cross in the front of it said otherwise. The poor victim was obviously tortured and had a spike coming out of his skull. The poor soul almost looked like he was trying to yell out warnings to all that approached. A few shadows are moving inside the foliage, but it is hard to tell if they are humanoid or animal. Going around would take much longer, and was more open then walking through. Not that there were any roads till you reached the Great Crag. The weather was rather nice, the sky clear but a storm was coming from the west.<br/>