the Midnight Peddler

Little is known about the peddler, but he/she/it trades strange junk from the pushcart for coins. While the merchandise is…unique, it always comes with unsolicited advice,

The words of the peddler haunt you:

Not only old dead guard Black Gates but something greater as well. From blackest pits of pitch and bile a new guardian arose both foul and vile. Beware his breath of clinging death.

Relentless seekers face restless sleepers. Old betrayals walk with new life and hide their shame ’neath dark of night.

Deep in shades of twilight, behind guards and wards of demonic might lies hope chained in darkest night. free hope for the sake of Light. Gain boon by setting all aright.

the Midnight Peddler

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