Of Crows and Journals
Banded together for a common goal, twelve scholars set out from the college of Nydds some two hundred years ago and headed deep into the ruins of the Ziristal Empire. Their research guided their steps across the mountain ranges to the resting place of the antiquated scrolls that they would need to fuel a legendary talisman which promised eternal life. However, fate was unkind and the talisman was fueled by more darker things than any of them imagined. Their tale unfolds upon the wrinkled pages of a worn leather journal, and the crows cry out for the price that they have wrought.
'Ware the mist that creeps at night, Stealing the children without a fight 'Ware the deep black crows on the poles, Watching the Soul Harvester reap his souls 'Ware the talisman bright, strong, and green, And 'ware the sound of a demon’s keen -- a Velathae children's rhyme
In recent days, strange feathers have been discovered scattered all across the continent of Elanith. When touched, they transform into ethereal crows that take to the skies, cawing for help... cawing for someone to "Save them." These crows have returned, and with them they've brought pieces of parchment from an old, forgotten journal.
It is in this journal that answers lie... for the Soul Harvester has returned, that you can't deny.