A quick recapp on the Midweek 'Mule Train


Tonight, Valfald, ice giant emissary observed the town and it was decided the vision of their shamans would be shared with the town.

Valfald had needed a place with old blood, to reveal the memories of the ice.

The Adventurers rushed to the old glacier past north gate, where the old village is frozen in ice.

Here Valfald summoned a gleaming ice crystal, multicolored and faintly luminous. It needed the blood of old to reveal the memories inside.

After some trouble with a blood circle made by some, and serious chanting by the ice giant, the crystal shattered and images appeared on the wall.

They showed a mountain with ancient standing stones on top. The snow beneath it shifted and greenery rose up from the earth. An unnatural green oasis within a snowy landscape.

But during this, the air was filled with the scent of blood and the scene changed again. This time it was filled with carnage and blood, with bodies strapped to altars.

Arnabas interrupted, claiming to have be guided by spies in the adventurers midst. He now knew where he would find the second tablet to complete his set. So his perfected form, a reward from his master Amasalen, would be his.

After some back and fourth between those gathered and Arnabas, the creature left.

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Below were the visions shown.

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<<Images of a blizzard-tossed night spread across the walls like ghostly watercolors. A mountain, almost too tall to be believed, claws at the sky to the distant west, a vast silhouette against the rising moons.

<<You can feel the howl of the wind battering at you, spectral but sharp. Your ears are filled with its cries as it soars across the wintry landscape depicted across the walls of the chamber.

<<There, amidst the snowy landscape and verging on a frozen wood, is a set of ancient standing stones. They are black and carved with runes, stark against the white landscape, and they look to be very old.

<<There is a shift in the spectral wind, a strangeness that you can feel as much as see. The snow near the treeline surges like something is attempting to push its way out from below.

<<The snow parts, and a single green shoot erupts from the frozen earth beneath. It is joined by others--dozens at first, and then hundreds, or thousands. The greenery begins to rise, growing unnaturally swift, as a fell light forms at the center of the standing stones.

<<Like an eye opening, a wavering portal tears itself open in midair at the center of the stones. The greenery continues to sprout with unnatural speed, shoots growing into saplings in mere moments.

<<All throughout, the snow and ice rages on, but the growth is nothing fueled by nature. Trees, thick and stout as if centuries old instead of minutes, grow to obscure the standing stones, but not before the portal within them stabilizes.

<<Beyond, you can see a green path, overgrown and wild, proceeding into a place bathed in honeyed light. Despite its beauty, there is something ominous about its juxtaposition with the frigid landscape.

<<A horrific laugh, gurgling and wet, erupts from the darkness. The images of the snow dissolve away to be replaced with scenes of carnage and sacrifice. Here are bodies strapped to blood-slicked altars, there are prisoners being put to the sword.