So much has occurred since I last wrote.
Upon our arrival to Immershire, we were immediately swept up once more in the events of this land, our small band of hunters being offered a job slaying "wraiths" in the mountain pass to the West. Accompanied by two young knights, servants of Obris, we went to do battle, encountering not wraiths, but once more those accursed by the warping of flesh and bone. After a quick dispatch, we returned to Immershire to find our employer, the mayor vanished.
This leads into the events in the Hall of Obris, events which would shake the very foundation of these lands.
The Order of the Clement had been torn asunder, Brother Accolade having supped upon the same power that courses through our veins, the madman seeking to bring back the lost souls of the Felstock rebellion, seeking to twist them to his whim using fell magic originating from a mask.
I have taken upon me the bow of Felstock, Dawnbreaker. I'm not sure it quite suits me, but I will put the device to use, perhaps with the power these artifacts grant me I shall be able to redeem myself.
In the end, something happened, although I cannot quite recall what, this inability to recollect worries me greatly, as does VarSel's new appearence.
We were told upon the third use of the key some power, some darkness would be unleashed.
I fear we have yet to see the true consequences of the wisp's actions.