The Black Prophecies What Was Written Must Be Known

THE WORLD DIES EVEN NOW. The days grow dark, the nights darker still. The known world is enclosed by chocking mists, endless waters, overgrown forests and perilous rocky crags. All who seek to escape return unwillingly, alive or dead.   Reality decays, truth becomes dream and dream, truth. Cracks grow in the once-stable structures of the past, allowing things misshapen and vile to worm through, emerging into day’s wan light.   The elves have left. Dwarves have dug deeper into the hungry earth. It seems that the coming apocalypse is for humanity to welcome.