With freshly forged tools gifted by their close ally, House Drakesbane enjoys a pleasant start in Slingdyke as the local farmers and lumberjacks set to work rebuilding what was destroyed by the Obsidian Skull's betrayal. The little hamlet remains humble, but more prepared for the winter ahead.

The humanoid monster tribes are relentless in their pursuit for Tilverton, leaving the Countess with little time for anything else as she and her forces battle the wild life away from the Northern reaches of the kingdom. In the midst of it all, the undead within Tilverton roams aimlessly, their taint as stubborn as ever.

With the curse lifted the children are back at school, some remain grounded after their mischief but eventually things seem mostly back to normal. The old boat house once again becomes a popular hang-out for the local children, and even the new stable boy can be found enjoying his new life.

In the secluded chambers of Arabel's most devoted scribes, quills dance tirelessly across parchment. Every name recorded serves as a timeless commitment to the living and the dead. This eternal duty has never been more crucial.

Once, the Church of Cyric stood as a dark monolith that united the terrifying legacies of Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul. It should have been an unbreakable alliance. But instead of unified terror, the Church fell victim to its internal strife.

While the Church crumbled, scholars pondered the role of another, older deity: Jergal, the Scribe of the Doomed. Why, they wondered, did a god so ancient focus solely on recording the passing of souls? Why not leave such tasks to Oghma or Deneir, gods of knowledge and script? The answer has become painfully evident.

As chaos engulfs the Church of Cyric, the Scriveners of Dhoom—Jergal's devoted followers—emerge from the shadows. These are the same Scriveners who safeguard the Necropolis of Eshpurta and maintain the Library of the Damned in Skullport. Their presence alone silences the squabbling sects. They know their history: their gods only ascended because Jergal allowed it.

This epiphany is not limited to hidden corners and distant lands. It invades Arabel, leaving the fractured Church of Cyric in disarray. And in this void, steps forth a solemn figure: Brycen Loroun.

Brycen doesn't just reclaim forsaken mortuaries; he gives purpose to a divided faith. He invokes the ancient rites of Jergal, reaching out to the followers of Racial deities like Urogalan, Sehanine Moonbow, and Dumathoin, establishing the groundwork for something new—something unified.

And thus, Brycen announces the inception of the House of Ash. This new sanctum promises to honor every mortal's passing, offering a dignity that the Church of Cyric could never provide.

In the end, we are all bound by the same fate: Death awaits. And when it comes, the House of Ash ensures that even the lowliest soul will be remembered with the respect they deserve...

In the days following the sacking and near razing of Tilverton, large chests of gold are seen being given. Even the lowest of conscripts find coin in their pocket.....

//players involved are to message Professor Misclick or try grab me in game//

In the early dawn a number of riders, garbed in the armour of the royal guard, bloodied and exhausted, are seen heading towards the palace. In their haste they nearly trample a few early risers under foot.

Some time later rumors of the war begin to spread.

"The king is dead......no that was the duke...he was killed by the king"
"The king is dead....killed by Myrkyr...no the druids and spirit lady came to whisk the king to safety"
"Tempus be thanked, the battle ended in victory... bloodbath don't you mean. Always the small folk paying for the great victories ain't it"
"Did you see the Skulls? Who where they fighting for?"
"Sir Mordecai is dead, killed by Dame Saga"
"Dame Saga was seen killing a number of her own troops to protect the traitors in Tilverton"

....and many more as people wait for official word from the palace. By late afternoon the entire city and beyond anxiously waits...