Of the Royal Caravan and the Ruin of Black Lake

In these troubled days, a second caravan of aid did depart from Durakiss, led by Their Majesties themselves, bearing provisions and succour for the afflicted lands of Black Lake.

Yet the road was far from safe. Along the forest paths, the company was set upon by goblins in thrall to a dark demon, by stern inquisitors of uncertain intent, and by the restless dead that haunt those shadowed woods. Through steel, spell, and steadfast will, the caravan press’d on despite these many perils.

But naught could prepare them for what they found.

For where once stood a village full of life, there remain’d only utter desolation. The land was laid waste, and at its heart now burneth a vast lake of molten flame, swallowing all that had been.

Thus did the travellers behold the true measure of the catastrophe—a ruin most complete, and a warning writ in fire.

— May aid bring solace, though ashes yet remain.