Kathalia

The sonorous toll of the Dark Bell began in Cathedral Square that night. The mournful cry of the bells in the square towers flowed out and down the great gothic edifice, rushing down the narrow streets and echoing off of the canals. The sound carried down every alley, pursuing the silence like a wailing spirit unleashed. Awakened to action, the smaller bells of the neighborhood churches and monastery chapels joined the call as the Lightward bank of the Erzh River erupted in sound. By the time the Library of Gohard issued its response to the Cathedral’s nocturnal challenge, Gwae already knew it was too late. The gates of the great city were being closed as the second ripple of bells carried across the city. Naoned was sealed off from its external layers. Until the crystalline chimes of the Lightbringer’s bell signaled the first light of dawn, the great portcullises would remain locked. No one, save for those brave or foolish enough to chance the Undertown, would enter the