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[Anithraril]

As the human guard paced back and forth by the gate, he was unable to chase the thought that the night air always seems to carry the chill of death around the Isle of Exile. Already uneasy by the presence of a slith sentry working with him that night, he rubbed his hands together for warmth and stared at the ground as he walked in order to avoid the predatory gaze of his companion’s reptilian eyes. The slith seemed totally at ease, leaning casually on the wall surrounding the encampment of the hated, rejected, forgotten, and despised. A faintly sweet smell reached the human as he passed by the sentient snake, and he recognized it as opium. Glancing upwards, the human hoped that the position of the moons and stars would report that little time was left in his dreary shift only to realize that it was the one True Night of the year where only dark Dyphrities hangs in the sky.

Shaking his head wearily, the human resumed his uneasy tread. To keep himself company and settle his heart, the human guard thought of better times to come after he finished serving his miserable post. He thought fondly of the hearty ales served in the Crow’s Nest Tavern and Miruvhor’s finest brothel that would surely be missing his regular patronage. Wistfully, he looked over the Dragon’s Sea in the direction of Miruvhor in time to catch a silent fog creeping over the dark ocean waters. Snapping out of his state of reverie, he cried out involuntarily much to the amusement of his slith companion.

Obviously enjoying the anxiety of the human, the slith hissed in a devilish manner, “It is said that on the True Night each year when the Prime of Death dwarfs all other arcane forces, an unnatural mist carries a spirit from the Limbo of Death onto the very shores we guard: the Isle of Exile.”

The serpent burst into laughter that was oddly akin to the menacing rattle of a rattlesnake as the human shot him an angry glare. However, a moment later the slith practically choked on his merriment. The slitted pupils of his eyes were focused at a point beyond the human he was mocking, and both sets of eyelids widened in surprise and disbelief. As the human guard turned around, he found the vaporous fog receding to reveal a willowy woman standing regally on the rocky beach. Bare as an infant born of the ocean, the water coating her ivory body shimmered as though the radiant stars kissed her skin. A mane of platinum hair dripping seawater flowed down her back like a waterfall of diamonds. Her head was raised upwards facing lone Dyphrities as a babe would gaze into her mother’s face. However, the bewitching scene was quickly dispelled with the coming of day. As the first rays of dawn spilled over the horizon, the enigmatic woman collapsed to the ground in weakness.