![]() ![]() Go now into the wider world, with our blessings, and seek a means to defeat the Grayking. We wish we had more time to train you further. We have trained you in the arcane arts of ice, oak and flint magic and have taught you those powers are capricious and can damage your spirit if relied upon too much. You are young but have proven to hold the strength of our teaching inside you. We few who are left, who remember the Grayking’s original imprisonment across the Barrier Planes, struggle to keep his power from growing further, but we have little time and far too few disciples. Omens tell us, by winter, the Grayking will break through the few defenses we have remaining, cross to Lassadar, and our lands will fall to despair. The books of the Council of Wardens, handed down to us across the years, say that the era of broken barriers is upon us. They jeer at us from our mirrors, shaming our reflections. His servants grow bold, stealing into our cities, inhabiting the alleys and dark places of our streets. We feel his presence in each of our days. The silent Grayking, brooding upon his throne in the Tower of Ash, is a far-reaching shadow upon Lassadar. ![]()
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