Book I
In Sigisfarne’s stone, the silence stays,
Older than memory, older than praise.
South in the Fringe, the molemen creep,
The forest takes back what farmers keep.
Temple below, the idols feed,
Poison and relic, hissing seed.
Queensweald whispers, Horned Knight bows,
Hendenburgh crones make wicked vows.
The Tyrant stirs, the spire is flame,
Noonan drinks and calls her name.
Children of stone, the cults dismay,
unsettled paths will have their way.
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Chapters
March 1 
March 6 
March 10 
March 14 
March 19 
March 22 
March 24 
March 30 
March 31 
April 9 
April 10 
April 27 
May 7 
May 17 
May 20 
May 21 
May 25 
May 31 
June 4 
June 6 
June 8 
June 10 
June 17 
June 28 
July 7 
July 15 
July 24 
August 1 
August 3 
August 11 
August 19 
August 29 
September 11 
September 18 
September 28 
October 9 
October 29 
November 3 Open Hooks
A group of adventurers tried to clean the Molemen’s Nest.
Stone altar with no inscription, surrounded by standing stones, gives dreams of warmth and comfort.
Chest by tree (by giant spider nest) has the symbol of an unknown empire.
Before losing consciousness, Guy would have noticed one of the smugglers was wearing what looked like dark purple leather. Could this be the miracle material he heard about?
There have been rumours of an abandoned Nilfenbergian vessel in the region. Perhaps it holds treasures from the empire?
A horseshoe of royal making was found between the Nevask River and Fort Duhrin.
Forth Kingdom. The Duke’s outward obsession with banquets and winemaking are merely a cover for his true ambition - a kingdom of his own. If he can secure the loyalties of the monarchs in Naganeh and Tirollis, he’ll have the backing he needs to declare himself king and remove himself from under the thumb of Ambaret. He may even grant significant land rights to those willing to declare their allegiance now.
The piper. That joyful song in the woods? That’s the Piper! They play their flute to call us to join the revolution! We will throw off our chains as we dance! Let us set Deverain ablaze and birth a better world from its ashes!
There might be uncharted tunnels through the wall.
Have a Piot Chant vendetta on her face.
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
Lord Derron has asked the Monks for help with his daughter’s curse. The curse has gotten worse after being bitten by bees at the lake west of the Mountain Court.
Some villagers from Sigisfarne moved to the court.
Protects a long-dormant ancient key half. Find the sister to open a gate.
Wants to find red tree sap from Kormoran’s Wheel.
A Treatise on the Abyss - A nondescript black book about a gate southwest of the Monastery.
Stone’s mind was visited by Snake Eyes, on their way to the Yellow Smoke caves.
Indigo learns a route for smuggling treasures.
The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of a shadowy figure that roams the Wood, calling to the animals.
Kormoran’s Wheel, beyond the wall, is known for its impressive ‘mother tree’, which is said to shelter the town’s secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
It is unclear how the cultists were communicating with the Spider People.
You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an unknown location deep within the Wood. Sometimes, you feel a presence looking back at you.
Note found on a dead adventurer “…“Big Market”… “Wall”… “Village”…”
A Repitiloid’s memories are seen where it stuffs an old man, in a green cloak, inside an amulet. Later, this same Repitiloid walks, dazed, through yellow smoke, to a cavern balcony, overseeing deadlands.
A vengeful Nymph was upset in the woods, a watch east of the Mountain Court. The river can be crossed in drier seasons. Varg and Gunther are on the list of this Nymph.
Letter, from a noble hunter, Mateo Jonas Niral, addressed to Lord Aelfwim, explaining he has finally found his great-great-great-grandfather’s hunting manor inside the forest.
The monks are living in famine, struggling under the Mountain Court.