The last age of creation is fading into the shadow and taking all of the land with it. Will the strength of a few last heroes be enough?

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Aja's Diary, Sixth Day of Descending Water
With all that has been happening to us, I have hardly had time to write. Since my last entry we arrived in Sumpter to find a nearly desolate town full of hopeless people. Kovoyave is hardly the inside man I expected, and the foreman of the mine seems to struggle to get anything done. I am not usually a fan of parties and large gatherings, but I have never seen a town that needs those things so badly.

The festivities seem to be working so far. Tempestraii, the local wind god, pointed us towards Alta Turre. Climbing the mountain was miserable and exhausting, as expected, but with the company of a couple of villagers camp seems more cheerful than before. Even with our near-death encounter with a rock golem, it feels as if we are close to completing our goal so we can return home.

During all these events, I have been cold and homesick and exhausted. Sometimes I feel that I am the weakest of my companions, or at the very least the worst suited to the cold environment. Even though I feel as if I am watching them be the heroes I wish I could be, I still feel as if I have chosen the right path. Twice now I have been filled with a sudden burst of warmth from within myself. I don't know what it means, or even if it's real or just a feeling, but I know I am on the right path.
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Merida’s Journal: Day 1851 – Behind masks...
Yesterday I got an opportunity to speak privately with Kovalyov. He was still very secretive and unwilling to give away any personal information. Though I did discover that his forge is fueled by a bound fire elemental. I wonder what other powers Kovalyov is hiding by masking himself as only a blacksmith.

Today we went down to rescue the miners. I know that I wasn’t the best choice to be rescuing people from a mine; however, the towns people seemed to have just given up. I don’t understand how someone would be willing to let part of their community die down there. I know I would have done anything to save my father, so I volunteered to help. I came up with an idea to make masks to protect us from the gases. Though there was only enough material for 2 masks, so we had to take turns using them. We were able to save 3 miners, but on our way out one of the miners on the rescue was crushed by falling debris. I now understand why the townspeople were so hesitant to help. However, given the opportunity again, I would still volunteer.
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Lost Sheep Play In Deep Chasms
Hells open majestic tomb of undiscovered riches,
Violence and a nearly flawless escape,
Trapped souls and trapped gas,
Would the Gods not let them pass?

The Guild has riches in a town where people have no power. What do cruel people do when they have power? They exert their will upon the powerless. The sheep have no purpose. The sheep have no voice. The sheep can't name themselves something other than sheep. They are leaderless and unempowered. Couldn't The Guild be a platform for them to pull themselves up out of the churn?

No. Because all have forsaken them.
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On Cowardice
I had the same dream again last night. The hare followed me, while I wandered in slow motion, lost and frozen, in the Plain of Pictures, interminably, without even the comfort of an icy death to end my suffering. But this time, the hare was a polar bear and in the end it led me back toward home. Then I awoke to the sound of Roghar shoveling coal and I think I heard Aja's teeth chattering from across the boat.

In my travels, I've seen people buried in the snow and ice, frozen to death; torn limb from limb by barbarians, taken screaming from camp by "demons", and meet many other heinous ends. Something about the way the people of Sumpter just gave up on those miners really struck me as depressing (and wrong?!). Most of them just went back to drinking and pretending like they weren't even down there.

I'm so used to the tight knit mentality of the League: Though reliance on others is seen as a weakness of sorts, It's still very much a necessary weakness. What if my comrades have stopped looking for me? That never really occurred to me. I've been so focused on vengeance and then more recently the task(s) at hand. What if, like the townspeople of Sumpter, I've been given up on?

Well I felt something change as we escorted those miners out of that mine. A renewed sense of purpose, perhaps? Whatever it was, I will not allow weak willed cowards to leave their comrades to horrible, painful, terrifying deaths any longer.
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Prologue - Game Session Five
As the winds and the snow pulled back, they revealed a woman draped in ice with eyes that shone with arrogance. She whipped her words around the heroes, demanding they pay honor to her in the form of a week long festival. In return for this worship, she promised to reveal what she knew about the missing god of the mine.

Armed with this knowledge, the group quickly set to two tasks; convincing and prepping the town for the festival and gathering supplies to rescue the trapped miners. Meanwhile, Merida turned her attention to discovering more about the blacksmith who clearly was more than he was letting on. At his forge, she discovered that a fire elemental had been bound inside. This is a feat that requires someone with a knowledge of sorcery. She tried to ferret out further info from the man, but he quickly turned her away as her questions got too personal.

Meanwhile, the town had been kicked into a proper frenzy of activity and as the festivities began, the team sought an audience once more with the Snow Witch. When she arrived, they used their whiles and more than one clever tongue to find out from Tempestraii where Findly could be found. Unfortunately, this was a trip that was at least two days out of town; which would surely spell death for the miners still trapped.

Armed with this knowledge and some tools the town had gathered, the team set out into the dark of the mines. Within, they ran across many branching paths and a large section of area where deadly gas had leaked. As they walked, they were greeted only by the sounds of not only their feet upon the stone, but water that dripping from parts unknown.

Soon enough, they reached the area where the miner were trapped and through use of tools (and brute strength), they managed to open up a passage in the wall. Unfortunately, three of the trapped men had already passed from exposure to more of the poison gas and lack of sustenance. No sooner had the 3 remaining miners been rescued however, when major tremors shook all of the mine, threatening the bury them all. In haste, they ran for the entrance as quickly as their legs would carry them. Sadly, one of the miners that had come with them was caught by the falling rocks and buried under thousands of pounds debris.

As they broke out of the caves however, the suns rays touched their faces and for the first time, something felt different. They had lived the life of heroes and a spark of greatness had begun to grow inside them.
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