Having all the answers is the fundamental mistake—complexity breathes.
The aftereffects of war create a period of quiet—escalation is coming.
The Brotherhood feels the weight of its actions while dealing with the unresolved tombstone formation polluting the Augteeray Ley Lines. What they came home to remains freshly scarred, yet energy is not as plentiful as before. Meanwhile, the Sertushador enters the fray, seeking an old acquaintance—a demonic scent.
The Knights of Klertinmor are on edge, even as they assume responsibilities to the House of Shiel'Dura, who begin rebuilding the broken foundations as a postwar era begins on the Isle of Ophlen. Queen Elsbeth and King Jerome set out their ambitious ideals by assembling a dedicated house of individuals destined to sculpt a visionary future.
The Sisterhood is growing into its power, with deadly tasks aplenty, new contacts sourced, and energetics set to be woven by the hands of the Alchemist, who is forever studying the disparity of life force. Such things are imperative for Osela to speak.
The Veridian Vortex swirls—light and dark shall set the table—destination unknown.
