Barvelle is being resolidified under the divine protection of Medwick. The main entrance to the city is being replaced with a great set of forged iron doors, a bold statement by the Sages of the North. Inside, however, there is still a great deal of mistrust and shock. Who opened the doors to the city? Who let half of their population die?
A rift is forming between the Kaustrian Army and Dorgrad. The Generals whisper into the Red Demiurge's ear that Dorgrad gave them brittle iron, pig iron frames for the windfishes that caused them to crumble under the blizzard that the Pegulian champion unleashed upon them. They say that the corruption runs deep, tracing its origins back to Avarath, the merchants, and the ancient Prosperos trading guilds. Inquisitors descend upon Dorgrad to confirm their loyalty.
Half an anno after the aux-eater infestation nearly wiped out Viridos, the old stewards of Edelon are still afraid of their tarnished holy city. All colour disappears past the gates, and corpses of centipedes still litter the architecture and roads. Their brittle carapace crunches underfoot, and their stiff legs make all the buildings look like they are sporing. The river ways are clogged and slowly seep muddy water. To make things worse, the lack of soothsayers to maintain the fine magics of the Shartan is starting to weaken the bars on the religious prison. The escaping foulness is not very noticeable against Edelon, however ...