Into the Wilderlands
Observed from afar by others in the hamlet, the stranger sat akin to a campfire in a meadow several hundred yards away from Vispera for a period of three days, taking no food, drink, or sleep. On the third day, the stranger stood, raised his stave to the heavens and chanted a litany of incantations. Witnesses reported that their skin began to crawl, their hair stood on end, and the very atmosphere seemed charged with arcane energy. Overtaken with feelings of foreboding, they fled back to their humble abodes.
That night, the inn filled with all of the villagers and through the eastern window they witnessed a sky filled with a glowing aura, a glow that was reported as far north as Midwynn. The aura, like a great liquid orb, would expand and contract, expand and contract, as if writhing to an unheard melody. Each time the orb expanded, it took up a larger portion of the night sky and stayed for a longer period of time before once again retreating. After midnight, the rhythmic pulsing was accompanied by rumbling sounds which echoed throughout the hamlet.
As dawn drew near, the periphery of the globe began to crackle as lightening flashed across its surface, the flashes growing more frequent until with a great burst of white light, the aura winked out. That morning, the stranger was nowhere to be seen but, in his stead stood a huge monolith…