A journal page was found caught by the wind, it had clearly been torn cleanly down the spine. Elegant, but shaky handwriting denotes the following message. "I thought the stories were just nerves about the season turning, or perhaps fear of famine that often returns this time of year. Then last night, when the mists rolled in just off the ridge, the frost on my window moved. It had not melted. Not fading. No. Moved. Patterns shifting like breath on glass, forming a shape I al

A note was found frozen to a gatepost, written in a hurried, cramped hand that had clearly been trembling. "The frost came early this year. Not the clean white kind, but the dark grey kind. The kind that clings in oppressive sheets instead of flakes. I thought it was just the cold settling in wrong, but then I saw it. Shapes. Not footprints. Not animal tracks. Just indentations. Like something leaned its full weight into the frozen earth and slid itself forward wthout lifting

The edges of the parchment is weathered, and the handwriting of the page is tidy but rushed. Found in Ragne. "Late Autumn, just before the First Frost I camped near the edge of Blackwood Grove tonight, foolish as that may sound now. The leaves here cling to their branches longer than they should. Vibrantly green one day, then suddenly glassy and brittle the next. A frost had begun to form. The locals warned me of the "Crooked Branch,” but spoke in circles as if they fear nam

It would be recorded that during these clashes between tribes, warriors were free to “Unleash the Beast,” leading to quick and often blood..

Found near Ragne, soiled with dark mud. "Don’t camp near the Blackwood after dark. I mean it, not even a mile from the path is far...

"Lost: Three crates of dyes, bound for the Arcveltian capital of New Ashen. Each box is painted with the mark of a blue outstretched...

The page was filed in haste, with the ink of the penmanship uneven. “Three days past, I led the caravan along the southern bend toward...

"To whomever reads this, They weren’t empty words. I saw it myself. The mists do not cling as they once did in the Blackwood Grove. From...

Found near the forward rail of the Galehart Airship. The ink blurred by wind and the damp of the morning and the edges of the parchment...

They met in the ruins of the Starlight Temple, where no prayers are spoken anymore. Lilima was a priestess, her bloodline bound to the...

The orchard wasn't found on any map. It never had been. It appeared once a month, on the final night of the waning moon before giving into blackness, when the air grew thick and the stars seemed crammed against one another in the vast sky.

"Papavera is a name synonymous with many things. The drugs that your healers provide you? Herbs in your alchemist’s lab?"