We were fortunate to find a few chatty Ceth amongst the bunch, but as Human writers venturing the Ceth territories, we certainly felt an air of unease.

Tonight we visit Loratzen, home to the Yui people. A city of elegance, and many would argue opulence, however it is well known for its peoples cultural influence.

It is deep in these catacombs that our second story is told by a Potoo Sirin by the name of Jebediah.

Day 1 The following accounts are the writings of a madman. Well… I don’t know if I’m mad, but I am a hunter, and I swear I saw the most...

"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...

The Weeping Hollow has long been empty- just fog, half buried stones, and the lingering echo of dreams never come to fruition. It lays on a winding path heading northwest from the Outlook just before the Sirencester Sea air salts the senses. No one went there unless they were trying to forget something- or rid their thoughts of someone.