Doorways from the twilight realm open in the Lands of the Moon, and two kingdoms rule these misty lands that lie upon the same earth as the Lady's.

Men and women of candlelit vaults and dusty libraries, the secrets of the ages are theirs to keep, and keep them they do.

They are the outsiders, travellers from the Land of the Dead. Among their number is the patroness of the Valley, but many gods not so benevolent as well.

Not all those who die go gently into that good night. Nights are restless for some.

There are those who can change their skins and trade with their animal brothers. They, too, run in the night, and lift their voices in the Lady's praise.

Pity those who must walk these darkening nights, for they do not have even the tools of the sorcerers to aid them.