Eros:
You wake with a start, cold beads of sweat leaping from your scarred brow. You breathe out slowly as you realize the terror you experienced moments ago was part of your dream—nothing more. However, you can’t shake the feeling that these nightmares are getting worse, and you swear you feel weaker after each one. It’s probably nothing though, just a dream…
A random thought enters your head. Maybe a slight detour would be better. Just for a short time. And with that thought, the heart slows, and shaking stops. You close your eyes, and lay closer to the fire, finally relaxed. "Yes, just a small detour." A whisper in the wind as you drift off to sleep... "Come Eros, you are needed."
Silverload:
The visions took him here. He knows what to do, yet he can't do it yet, not until they arrive. He has called for them in the ways the visions have told him. Unearthing this relic will change the world, for the better he hopes. Relentless gray waves soak the ancient stone of the once-forgotten and hidden doorway. Slick green seaweed clings to the cracked stone like the matted hair of a waterlogged corpse--a prophetic hazard for anyone foolish enough to travel here. He waits...
From Silverload: 10 years I spent in Forest just learning to listen. 40 more years then spent listening. Many things I have learned in the whispers of the breeze and the fluttering of leaves. However, none more important than the rumor of The Relic. I don’t know if it is the relic itself calling or if the earth itself has tired of harboring it and is now pushing it out like a deep buried splinter. Either way, I am here. Waiting for the others. Chislev help me, whatever we may find
Yaevinn:
The alarm-traps set, the fire going, and the food slowly turning on the spit smells ready to eat. Time to relax. After you take your first bite, your mind wanders to Ispin. A kinder soul, you knew not. He helped you save that village and never asked for anything in return. He kept you company on those cold nights, shared in laughter with his stories (your stories were told, but they never brought on laughter), and even taught you how to cook to make it taste delicious, not just edible. Going to the city, something you hate doing is worth doing for such a good friend. Stomach full, warm under your furs, and the fire cracking in the distance, you start to nod off…
You stand at the center of a forest clearing. Clashing steel echoes from the thicket beyond. As you look around, you realize piles of bodies cover the ground. One of the fallen clutches something against their chest. You’re not sure what it is, but you feel the urge to reach for it. Before you can, the object glows and then flashes with intense light…
You wake after having the vision and find nothing out of the ordinary. You realize the object in the vision was an amulet. The forest-green amulet bears a design of entwined snakes that you do not recognize. The echoes of battle don’t mean anything in particular to you, but you feel like you must move west. If you pick up now, you could head in that direction and still make it to Ispin’s funeral.