The Fellowship along with its allies has frequently cleared cultists and their strange salt golems from the ruins of Eveningstar, yet the strange light and shadows still linger..

Yips and yaps echoes from the filthy sewer grates, with commoners expressing concerns that there seems to be something going on down below...

//DMless, soloing possible for lower levels

With the call of 1000 coin for service, House Axehand sent a brave party of adventurers into the sewers. Some time later squeaks could be heard echoing. Shortly before a few adventurers, led by Malagent de Verthan were seen scrambling from the underground, rats of many descriptions briefly poured onto the streets.

Some in the historic district claim to have seen the feared were-rats first hand, fighting the militia and other before retreating back to the sewers.

A lone chicken was sent with a trembling militiaman and soon after more of the adventures, this time led by Officer yr Mirai of the Crown Guard we seen in Historic.

Rumors of a green toxic mist in the sewers linger as does the claim from the were-rats announcing the annexing of the sewers. Rat-law has been declared. Treason charges to be levelled against any who aid the were-rats.

An uneasy time as both rat-land and city consider their next action. Both bloodied. Both willing to fight.

Rumors of a Tyrant Hidden in the sands...

Rumors spread of a strange half beast druid known as Atok of the Ancient, and his quest to free a Spirit circles among the wilds. A wild tale of ancient netherese mages, dark betrayal, and the Spirit of Majesty sealing him away for the creature's unending appetite. Among the reptilian creatures of the Stonelands, he is seen as something of a messiah and a prophet- who will lead the return of an ancient empire led by the Scaleykind- an unnerving thing to say the least among the more learned and scholarly druids and individuals whose ear catches wind of the topic- for the Old Blood Empires treated mammals as slave and cattle. Time will tell...

Into the Breach!

The Companions of the Breach entered Arabel with little fanfare and much drama, teleporting from some foreign aquatic plane by- what rumors say, a lich who sent them to do a 'job,' which immediately placed much suspicion upon suspicious foreigners. For the most part, however- aside from a number of broken hearts, the Companions have done little as of late, though rumors spread that a series of major expeditions will be undertaken soon- and if their track record with a major brawl with the Illuminated Blade is to go by- it will be a magnificent clusterfuck.

The Mycellum Stirs.
The War with the Orbulent is over, and the Helmlands, by all reports, is seemingly more dangerous than ever, as the fungus seeks to drag the living into the hyphae filled soil. The hive grows, and is pruned by diligent wildwalkers. It's uncertain for how much longer the druids can contain what they created, and it is rumored Hierophant Granite seems to grow more concerned by the day as they wait for something to occur with held breath...

The King declared House Florent Anathema to the Land.

Baroness Dawn, revealed that she no longer had to rule, hides in her palace.

The Queen is silent, mourning the loss of life and her friend.

The survivors of Eveningstar stand in numb silence, for the light of celestia- not the horrors of demons and madmen, is what betrayed them.

Friends dead. Family gone.

The earth is salted. Nothing can grow.

No wind blows. It is cold.

Silence.

Stillness.

And Hezebel has returned to Celestia. Her judgment complete.