The Patron

Thousands of years ago, a lone sorcerer walked out into the scorching wastes of the Emptiness Plain. He suffered there for many days and nights, speaking secret names into the desert wind until the rising of the blood moon. He made the moon upon the earth, etched with his own blood. At last, a spirit appeared, with whom the sorcerer struck a bargain. When the sorcerer left the desert, he did so on wings of darkness, hungry for blood.