Not since the Reckoning had any but the mad claimed the Gods had come to them in dreams. Yet you have. Upon the deck of a roiling ship under a clear midnight sky, the Wanderer came to you, whispering:
"It's all starting to come together now, the wards that were placed are failing. Fear not, little wanderer, for the gods have abandoned none of you. We are merely…. Inconvenienced, by the plays of the enemies of creation. Fear not the great work of others, they are as blind as you, but doing the best that they can. You've seen the true enemy now, and you know their sign. Be wary, little wanderer, look for the sign of the circle pierced. A gathering is coming."