Seven adventurers. One forgotten gate. On the quiet elven coast, what began as rest and recovery becomes a call to arms. An ancient guardian stirs. The Drifting Gate has opened. And beyond it—an entire city damned and lost to time. If they fail to reseal it, darkness will pour into Truistria once more. This isn’t a dream. This isn’t a side quest. This is the beginning.

At the docks of Lastland, a quiet conversation between Gunnar and a lone elven stranger is cut short by a flash of violet light—the party has returned. As old friends reunite and news is exchanged, a new ally steps into their ranks. With trust still fragile and the world shifting around them, the party prepares for what’s next.

The road south from Whitemaw brings no peace. Raised voices on the road ahead leads the party into a skirmish with brigands, and a surprising new friendship. As tensions settle and the snow falls heavier, the group takes shelter with their newest companion, Halarmony Heraldsong, whose charm is disarming and whose past may not be far behind.

The hole blasted through the temple floor by Maloculous months ago has been quiet—until yesterday, when an ancient white dragon crawled out of it and the Nildorin struck it down. Now, the party heads down into the depths, hoping to find treasure... and instead finds cursed loot, strange magic, and one very clingy mimic.

Invited to a mascarade at the behest of the dwarven queen, the night is sure to hold some fun....right? Nothing bad ever happens at parties.

The Nildorin confronts what lurks below, and plans their next move.

A gang of goblin is sent on a quest to investigate issues with a wardstone.

The Nildorin, finished in Cogspring for now, have teleported across Truistria. Arriving in the the snowy town of Whitemaw, it's not changed much. Except it's not quite so glum.

The party joins the Nighshades for dinner, after a revealing conversation from an unlikely source.