A character returns to the heart of their past—a place marked by memory, lineage, and legacy. In a moment of ritual and reflection, an ancestral blade is drawn, and a silent call to generations echoes across the city.

This chapter opens with quiet acts of contrition, as old wounds meet the first signs of healing.

As the weight of the graveyard's omen still hung in the air, Slate sought answers the only way he knew how.

The search for Eldrin took the group into the depths beneath Saigo no Toshi, chasing faint traces that led to the city’s forgotten underbelly.

This session opened in the dead of night, with an unexpected visit that would ripple through the hours to come.

This week’s episode opened with confrontation and unease. Despite the crackling tension, the group chose to follow, knowing the path ahead was anything but safe.

This week, the party arrived in Saigo no Toshi—an ancient city of tradition, legacy, and unspoken tension.

This week, the journey pressed onward, carrying the group from quiet reflection to new beginnings.

The halls of the Arcanum were alive with quiet victories, unanswered questions, and the steady drumbeat of what’s to come.

The group found themselves in the quiet depths of the library, pouring over books, each lost in their own preparations for the journey ahead.

The group returned to the Arcanum, their journey behind them but their minds already fixed on what lay ahead. Though victory had been earned, the weight of their experiences clung to them, shaping the decisions to come.

The group faced a formidable enemy, pushing themselves to the limit as they fought to bring the raging inferno under control.

The group’s time in Dagtorp took a sharp turn from routine to chaos.

The journey continued as the group made their way toward Dagtorp, accompanied by two unlikely allies to hasten their passage.

The group paused within the halls of Wulver’s home, taking a moment to reflect amidst its storied history.

The journey pressed on as the group reclaimed their sled cart—affectionately dubbed the "Slart"—and made their way across the frozen expanse.

The journey pressed on as the group reclaimed their sled cart—affectionately dubbed the "Slart"—and made their way across the frozen expanse.

The group’s journey took an unexpected turn as they followed a shadowy figure into a small boat, only to find themselves descending into the depths rather than setting sail.

The party’s arrival in the snowy town of Brautarðir marked the beginning of a much-needed respite, but it wasn’t without its challenges.

The latest chapter of the journey saw the group making careful preparations for what lay ahead. With supplies stocked, a cart rented, and two sturdy horses secured, they ventured into the snowy wilderness.