The world of the Valley, and its deep overarching woods has been peaceful for years, recovering from the arrival their last unworldly visitor. But the time of peace has come to an end.
The earth has been rumbling, strangely- suspiciously. The ground underfoot has roiled with a deep unrest for days. Most wrote it off as pointless tremors of the earth, some shifting somewhere beyond their knowledge or care. They ignored it with the assumption the world would right itself, as it always had and always would, but it continued. First separated by days, the shaking of the soil underpaw became more and more frequent. Separated by hours. Minutes. Seconds.
It felt like the world itself quaked in anticipation....or anger. Threatening your pride and group with a new disruption to their normalcy.
As suddenly as they'd come, the rumbles stop.
And sky darkens. Turning an ashen grey and then black, before alighting with a deep orange hue. An unnatural presence of something supernatural and beyond their knowledge purveys their every senses.
Ancient magic flows into the land, and a high outcropping in the groups territory begins to glow. A beacon. A target.
A gargantuan crash slams the earth as a massive chain forged of age-old blackmetal is spurned from somewhere in the clouds, drilling itself into the outcrop with a tremendous shatter, straight into the marker of light. It lodges itself deep into the stone, and does not budge. Forming a bridge into the chaotic sky above.
And all falls silent.