Can I play with Madness?

Sleeping on Swords
Garrett Departs

Garrett woke suddenly. His back ached, and as he sat up, he knew why. He had fallen asleep on the sword Nathan had kept. How it came to be underneath him, he couldn’t say. As he puzzled over the blade’s placement, he noticed a small piece of parchment under the hilt. After moving the sword with his cloak, Garret opened the note.

“This war is not yours to wage, and the toll it takes on you is far greater than you know. Your guild suffers without leadership. You cannot keep this power to yourself. You fancy yourself a king, yet you remain a slave to this nightmare. I am taking back what is mine. Inscribed on this parchment is a spell of True Passage. As soon as you finish reading that sentence, it will already be too late.”


And with that, he vanished, leaving only the note and a thick iron nail in his place.

How Oskar fell to Darkness
OR Oskar the Grouch

I can still remember the day I found you. I, young and full of new-found power; you, lying in a bloody heap after a battle in a war nobody remembers or cares about.

To pay my way through Magusbrook, I had to take some very odd jobs. Oddest (and most lucrative) of all was this; working for the Corpse Lords from the south. They dealt in bodies, large and small, and taught me the spells for resurrection…the only problem was that I was no wizard. My power came from my patron…and Atmos knows best.

He saw you first. He told me you were important. He told me to bring you back, not for the Corpse Lords, but for me. I was to pass on as much knowledge to you as I could, for Atmos told me how necessary you were. We need you to save us, he says. We need you to grow, and learn, and become something great, and then we need to kill you. We need to use you to get to them. There’s no getting around it.

I’ve seen the numbers, and as well you know…numbers do not lie.

It's all in the angles...

The Diary of Lantlos Verin

This is it. We’re absolutely dead. It’s starting to happen everywhere now. Temporal loops, plane shifts, the impossible brutality; It’s just like last time.

They’ve all been seeded by the unending plague of the far realms. Everywhere they go, madness and chaos spring forth. Cyanwrath is just the start; the Herald of more to come. I thought if they dealt with Astal maybe we could be free of all of this. 4000 years, done again and again, for the same outcome. Forcing Atmos’ hand wasn’t the smartest plan, I’ll admit, but it got us to Astal, and that’s the furthest anyone has gotten.

23 times. 23 times we have tried and failed, and nobody even knows. I suppose it’s time I let someone else handle this.

To my new friends, I’m sorry. This is your burden now. Telis is the last place on this world that remained since those days, 4000 years ago, and I’ve fought every day to protect it.

You must all leave this place. You must all see that the rest of the world lies in ruin. Telis is no longer safe, though I have tried my damnedest to save it.

It’s your turn now. In the morning, I will be gone, trying again, 4000 years ago, for the 24th time. This is the price I pay in order to finally see the morning after Greenrest burns.

Good luck


resting next to the book is Lantlos’ weapon, with one final carving under the words “Return to Sender”. Scrawled in a shaking hand, hastily carved, imperfect: “Please”

A restless evening
Sleep does not come easy for you or your companions.

There is a rustling in the streets as you toss and turn in the night. Bodies are being dragged against paving stones and you hear the voices of guardsmen directing volunteers and servants on where to stack the alarming number of dead.

In a city of 20,000, nearly 3,000 were killed as Cyanwrath walked unopposed through the streets.

It all took less than 3 hours, and mamy eyes look to you as you enter the governor’s mansion in an attempt to get some sleep and avoid the memories of watching the royal family snapped and tossed away like ragdolls.

Some of you sleep soundly, others lie awake.

Summer has passed, Yearspass day is over, and soon it will be cold enough to build fires in your hearths, that is, if you still have hearths to come home to.

The offer
Wherein an offer is made and a party is formed

She emerged from fire and blood. You saw her, gently hovering above the ground, wielding a longsword. At her side is a fire eye’d boy pulling a cart full of gold. She murdered the king’s daughter right in front of you, tossing the body away like a cheap broken toy. She introduced herself as Cyanwrath, and she made you an offer; That you find the thief Lantlos Verin and retrieve a spellbook that belongs to her. If you should succeed, she is prepared to offer you more gold than you have ever seen in your lives. If you fail, she will raze the city, she will find you, and she will end you.

She imparts one piece of knowledge before leaving the city with her entourage:

“I will turn everything you know into Ash”


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