"In Yanshi, the deaf oracle has broken his lifelong silence, chanting a litany of baleful portent: the world-devouring serpent uncoils from the cosmic abyss. Bael'Zharon passes like a shadow before the sun, conjuring his altars of strife within the very towns of Dereth, and those who patiently count the stars mark a score fewer each night. Pass the next four days in the manner that appears best to you. The world is in the making, and the agents of chaos sanctioned to destroy."