Ankyra Sound Nightspun

a low howl carried over the bridge of souls, rousing the listener from deep sleep. she rose, and swept along the shoreline under thrashing winds and a dark, moody sky with clouds dimly backlit by a sallow sun. the witch cloaked in raven-dark furs awaited her at the sound, elegant in her bearing and in her fine midnight coat.

eldritch. come, the listener beckoned, and led her to the bridge of souls. water was beginning to flow over the stretch of sand, higher with each passing minute. they would reach the island in time, the prophet knew, but there would be no return trips until the tide receded once again. you will meet the speaker. the first of three.