The nights have been getting longer in Vauria…
House Elias and House Fourn battle with politics and assassins over fourth rank in the heirarchy. Bandits and brigands prey relentlessly on commonfolk. A slip of paper with wax in the right shape is worth more than a hundred gold coins, and that’s not even half of it.
Winter is upon the citizens of City Kaelgar. That means two things: the nights get longer, and the werewolves start to feed. Magic has long since died, and fear hangs in the air like a thick smoke. What will come of the world in these dark times?