Shadow of Atros

Beneath the shadow of Atros, both the cold and the night deepen. Frost covers the jutting islands of Reluir and the seas around Him freeze to deadly temperatures. Snow and sleet fall relentlessly over Wispwood. Across the entire east continent, the nights feel darker and longer.

In Reluir, the scattered remains of the populace do whatever they must to survive. Some band together in solidarity, while others jealously guard what they have. Looting and fights break out where resources are scarce and, without any lawkeeping, it is the strongest and most desperate who prevail. On more fortunate islands, tiny communities form where people re-establish some semblance of society. Scavenging in ruins becomes a vital means. Relans who escape to Tusa with the Torcs find relative safety in the desert city as refugees, and those who make it through the southern woods are accepted readily into Iadlain.

Survival is the foremost on everyone's minds in Iadlain as well. Old ways are revived: all who can fight become warriors, defending the last few strongholds against the woods, while the rest support and provide. The struggle is grim, as the forest only grows stranger and more horrifying. To reach the Empire, Iadlain turns to Tusa and, despite their enmity, Tusa relents - under close guard, they allow evacuees from Iadlain to travel through the desert to Bratkowice's border, but no more than this.

A new guild for Iadlain, the Birch Nest, has been added!