After several weeks of slogging through the snow, across mountains passes, down deep ravines, and fording across raging icy rivers, the heroes stood on a road. A real road. Svevenka had led the heroes safely through the Fens of the Icemists and stated that the fabled city of Xin-Shalast was but a few days away. The party had come so far, been through so much in a relatively short time, the lure of the last city drew them ever onwards, and ever upwards, deeper into the Kodar Mountains.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
After the battle at the gates against the kuchrima’s the heroes had now entered the fabled city of Xin-Shalast, but knew they still had a long way to go. Who was that lone stone giant, and why had he given them the warning? Why were the “troops” that appeared shortly thereafter seemingly happy at the scene they had found? And most ominously, there had been a large shadow cast by something that flew overhead, something that emanated a sense of fear, even among those who could not see it – and what other secrets lay ahead?