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Night is rising, and with it the rise of Shivers, horrible corruptions of nature, seeking to destroy humanity and The Hoop, reality as we know it. But thankfully the Waknale band can rest easy, as they are under the protective aura of the Dream Keeping temple, which has just been revitalized alongside the other temples of the world in last winter’s Rite of Stillness, a necessity to ensure the world’s safety from all the horrors that plague it. The animals have been put to rest, and many of the younger adults have fallen to slumber as well, glad to have the first good night’s rest in five winters, the children however have proven much harder to put to sleep. Elder Ch’qala, the famous storyteller and shaman, knew just the right tales to get the kids to rest. So he set up the campfire, stoking it to a comfortable blaze, that provided the perfect atmosphere for stories, and he sat all the kids down to listen to the history and lore of the Wiitjasa people.