With the apparent death of Banekeril, the Oarsman of Ages, concerns have been raised about how his absence may impact things that have been taken for granted. As the full moon rises over Jastery's shard, a faun prepares to undertake a journey to discover the truth.
Dark, humanoid shapes can be seen peering from around trees and darting from cover to cover from the corner of your eye. When you turn to face the being, you find nothing but wind and a feeling of dread.
Nearly a year after their first encounter, Liem returns to Jastrey to speak with Esgir Anvilsmiter.
Empyrean citizens have fallen ill, claiming that the heavens are in discord. Winged beings have appeared in town, demanding that the Firsts of the Chosen present themselves for judgment. A long-lost star chart in the Pillar of Virtue may hold the key to unraveling this mystery. But who would be foolish enough to journey to the Aether when the stars themselves are out of alignment?
Empyrean citizens are falling ill, driven mad by a deafening discord only they can hear.
A contingent of serathine descend into Jastrey upon a beam of starlight. They enter town, weapons drawn, in search of the Chosen and their Firsts.
One mestrun* ago, a group from Jastrey responded to an invitation from the regent of Forgeholme, Thorhad Stoneshield. While their original business was delayed by an act of murder, they helped bring the guilty party to justice. In doing so, however, two citizens of Jastrey have become subject to Forgeholme justice as well.
All day the effects of magic have been growing weaker, and weaker; some races are even more attuned to it than others. It's as if magic itself were dying.