A call of anguish rose up and reached high into the sky, passing the Divine Gate and catching the ear of the Prime Deities. Unable to act themselves, a seed was planted and heroes were called forth to an unassuming town of goblins and orcs on the northern coastline of Xorhaus.
Esoh Vahn left the sheltered confines of the Cobalt Soul library once she had completed her studies as a Wizard of the Scribe School and sought out to find her way in the world at large. The recent truce between the Dynasty and Empire, short though it might eventually prove to be, and the acceptance of the Order in the borders of the Dynasty meant that she could travel again to those places where she had been in her prior life. Early in her journey she came across the Pallid Elf, Elara.
Elara had memories of another life entirely. Memories of being something other than an elf. Memories of a confident and powerful warrior that traveled west on some task the details of which she had not recovered. That was decades ago, enough time for an elf to grow tall and straight. Tales of consecution reached the grove of her people and immediately she had part of an answer to her questions and she set out to learn more alongside Esoh. They nearly lost themselves in the wilds between the city states of the Clovis Conclave, but were lucky to be found by a riflewoman by the name of Snype.
In another life, Snype remembered a war against dragons and their minions. While the great heroes of the age set out to collect great weapons and artifacts of power to take the fight to the dragons, she had traveled with a troop of White Stone Pale Guard and a thief of The Clasp to stop a rumored plot. She had memories of a demon shrouded rock and a desperate fight against a black dragon, and then she was reborn as kobold. Oddly, her memories of her prior life were intact without needing the meditation and she worked her way back to Whitestone and trained in the rifle corps. Now, she was heading East on her personal mission of vengeance. She found the two lost casters and herded them up sharp to make sure they survived to find civilization. Though she did mistake an Owlin swordswoman for a bit of game.
Imvelda Bladewing is the second hatched of her family's noble lineage and with that duty she's come into the possession of a magical blade called Moonshadow. The blade has whispered secrets to her from people come and gone in ancient days, and as much as it has guided her forward, she has become curious about the secrets that the blade won't, or can't, tell her. In the course of her travels she nearly ended up in the soup pot of an adventuring party. Shortly after that misunderstanding was settled, the ground fell out from beneath them, literally.
The ruined catacombs seemed familiar to Snype for some reason and she led them deeper in to seek a way back to the surface. The four traveled through was pre-calamity and devoted to the will of one or more of the Betrayer Gods. And it was filled with a number of small creatures that were vaguely reptilian but not kobold, lizardfolk, dragonborn, or yuan-ti. These were strange beasts, vicious and feral that beset them harshly until they escaped when Esoh activated an ancient device that transported miles away to the western expanses of the Kryn Dynasty.
Traveling the roads they came to Jigow in time for the yearly Festival of Merit.
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