Field Report: Caesar Champion of Honour

There is unease among the medium of the mountain. Champions of Honour have been summoned to travel the Buffkin Plains the coastal town of Drok's Hollow, for the Day of the Black Dawn.

Yet I can't fathom the reason. The Honour Guard have better things to do than drink mead and break bread with the Brown Hat simpletons on their day of remembrance.

What a joke. The common folk do not remember a day when the sun did not rise!

But the memory of the mountain holds us still. The mountain remembers the madness. The mountain remembers the harbinger rising from the crushing depth and defiling the light of new day.

But that was a long time ago. Before our honour bound the dark things of the world and an army of wizards held sway over reality.

The ancient dark is gone forever... Or so we thought.

Before we left I stole a precious moment with my sister Faye. She cast my runes, like she did when I was a boy.

They heard her scream in the delta... she saw something in my path yet could not speak sense through her tears. Before I spirited myself away, she spoke but one name. A name that fills my heart wonder and ice...

Wizard #5841, Ghorhoth Rises!

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