Listen, friend… This world is not the first. The True Count, however, is lost to the veils of time and mystery. That there were antecedent phrases in the song of history, we can be sure. And it is of these, dear reader, we speak today.
One Quatrian year before a storm-at-sea caused the three amnesiac Pentarch sailors to breach the Bay of Erasure, Wormwood had spoken.
Wormwood the Wordless. Wormwood the Changer. Speaker in mist and dust had issued forth from the Hypogeum in daylight plain and full…
As Pentarch sailors drifted without idea or rudder, natural currents drew their craft in towards the Bay of Erasure. The two arms of Raggath and Jyagar loomed, atop which they could spy off in the distance each a tower adorning its bald head.