A crumbled up letter, smudged at the edges with soot lay discarded outside of the guard barracks within New Ashen. "Mother, Routines and events around the Outlook are... Different now. Orders only come late at night or the early hours before dawn now. Hushed directions whispered between the captain and the quartermaster that seem to distance himself from myself and my comrades when we get brief respite around the fire..."

"Mother, Something happened tonight. Something that is sitting poorly with me as the hours wind on..."

They posted me to the northern watchroad just outside of the Outlook. It is not grand work, but at least it’s honest. Better than...

Tonight we will journey to Arcvelt, the long-time home of Lithoterria’s most imaginative and innovative people, the Humans.

"It all started when I was born...- No wait, maybe it was when I was five. It was just me and me sweet Ma y’see. She worked really hard...

Thelonius Gretchen had been tracked for two decades before disappearing without a trace.

A listing of missing people within New Ashen, with their last known whereabouts.

Each of the victims had a major organ removed, before being converted into an embalmed puppet of some sort, each more surgically altered...

The histories of these crime groups within the city are well known among their people, each with their own vision for Somati and the Eolo.