The full moon shone brightly over Pangaea, casting deep shadows 
among the warehouses along the docks.  On nights like this, the 
city gates were locked tight, with extra guards posted.  Sane people 
were asleep in their houses, or drinking in a busy tavern, forgetting 
the terrors happening beyond the safety of the city walls. 
Tonight the mood was much more somber than the typical nightly 
ruckus which normally filled the bars.  The full moon alone meant 
that the dead would be out in full force, but the recent bloody
assaults by the hill giants in the forests to the north would 
contribute many fresh members to the army of the dead. There was 
some hope tonight.  A band of Mystic Knights had recently arrived 
in town, fresh in from their battles on the wild southern continent.  
They would do their best protect the few people who hadn't made it 
to the city, and fragment the army enough to prevent a full assault.  
But everyone knew a few wouldn't get a chance to see the sun rise.

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