What Lurks Beneath II
The Soul of the Stone
A year ago, many of you came to our aid amidst a citywide crisis of raids
on our storehouses. Thanks to your efforts we learned of a grave threat
beneath our very feet, and due to your victories on that day the raids
around Cold Springs abated for some time. Now, however, as we wind down
towards the long winter, these attacks have begun again in earnest.
Always with deadly precision, striking areas of the city where our defenses
are weakest, the trolls and goblins take what they need and escape before
we can respond with a true engagement of our forces. And there is something
else; in the aftermath of one raid that did not go in the trolls' favor,
we found a piece of manuscript on one of the shaman. Written in elder
futhark, it seemed to be part of a spellbook.
The pattern of life flows through all things.
The weaver of that pattern controls all things.
The pattern, broken, is bent to our will.
The soul of the stone stirs... waiting.
I have guessed at the meaning of these words. I have grown concerned
by the faint tremors beneath our feet. The time has come again for Rhiassa
to seek your aid.
We offer the spoils of war to those of you who would join us on our second
expedition into the city's underground. If you wish to take part in this
adventure, meet us just north of the city center on the final weekend
Lord Sir Aeston Stromgate