Campaign 1

 Campaign 1  Near sundown upon Longdusk eve, the 21st of Graveswatch, 2019 years After Kor: Several destinies intertwine around the Station Cross in Brightfort, west of Heavenhill & in the shadows of the Kormont. The inns are full, the decorations hanging in the frosted air & winters chill stifles the sounds of celebration across this part of the Titansway. Nearby the Halfling village of the Paddock prepares for their traditional midnight feast & smiles & laughter abound.

Sabian Bedlow sits nervously in the Brandyrocks, the least of the Cross's holstelries, enjoying the local Reeler ale and the food of Kuori "Hearthwarmer" Anakalathai (or Cookie as the staff call her). Her shift finished & the kitchen closed, both rest under the ever-suspicious gaze of Old Ned and try to enjoy the atmosphere, as the Halflings present light coloured candles and the fire is stoked. All is well.

Further afield, a tiny pointed hat with a bedraggled tassle ploughs a line through the deep snow on the outskirts of the Coursing Gulf. Underneath we find Tungflinger Gog, sticky and damp but constantly drying herself and melting the snow before her with her little wand, making her way through the world in search of...of whatever it is she is thinking of at the time!