The group reconvenes after a momentous transformation. Slate, having returned to his familiar form, joins the others just as Amaedrianna announces she has unfinished business—an appointment at the Jade Tsuba with a figure known only as The Willow.

The episode begins in silence. Hatsu Toshitsugu, kneeling before his ancestral home, is surrounded by wind, dust, and drifting petals. Before him—embedded in the stone—is Kaze Joba, his family’s sacred blade.

The night began with a quiet gesture.

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 led the group deep into the underbelly of Saigo no Toshi.

The night began not with rest, but with a visitor from the shadows.

Tensions flared from the very first moment of the session, as Amaedrianna stepped forward to challenge Ironclad's presence, invoking her father's name in a bold demand for restraint.

The group arrived in Saigo no Toshi under the guidance of Hatsu, finding themselves in a new environment rich in tradition and tension.

The session opened in a space between moments—where dream and memory blur.

The day began with a clash of blades and feathers.

The library hummed with the quiet rustle of pages turning, the occasional scratch of quill on parchment, and the soft flickering of candlelight against the grand wooden shelves.

The halls of the Arcanum were quiet, but the weight of the group’s journey lingered in the air. They had returned victorious, yet their minds were already turning toward what lay ahead.

The battle against The Inferno erupted in a storm of fire and fury. Flames roared across the battlefield, the heat pressing against their skin as they faced an enemy unlike any they had encountered before.

"Thunder of hooves, storm of might, run as one, join this fight!"

The group set off on their journey to Dagtorp, accompanied by Rowan Darkwood and Eldric Shadowclaw to ensure their swift passage.

The group found a moment of respite within the halls of Wulver’s home, a place steeped in history and adorned with relics of the past.

The group finally stood before Wulver, the enigmatic figure they had travelled so far to find. Seated upon his throne, he exuded an ancient authority, his presence shifting effortlessly into something more—youthful, powerful, primal.

The journey across the ice began with the gang reclaiming their sled cart—affectionately dubbed the "Slart"

Led by a shadowy figure clad in tight, mobile leather armour, the group found themselves ushered toward a small, unassuming boat.

The adventurers arrived in the snowy town of Brautarðir, their cart pulling to a stop amidst the bustling streets of this fishing hub.