Dear readers, as the tower makes its way north, the companions witness the serene beauty of the landscape unfolding below.
Zephyr and Syndra marvel at the sprawling Ardeep Forest they’re leaving behind. Zephyr weaves tales of elemental spirits whispered by the winds, while Syndra recounts legends of moonlit rites among ancient oaks, a place she vows to visit, guided by the grace of Eilistraee. To the east, the rugged shadows of the Forlorn Hills capture the attention of Murk and Eridan. Their eyes track the undulating terrain, observing how the land’s tales are told not in words, but in the language of earth and stone, of hillock and dale. To the west, the sparkling waters of the Sea of Swords draw the eyes of Dru and Tien. Dru gazes with a half-orc’s wonder at the sea’s vastness, contemplating the maritime adventures it holds, while Tien, with the sea’s salt in his blood, nods at the familiar horizon where the water meets the sky.
Thus, with the mighty Dessarin River guiding their path, our heroes look forward to what lies ahead, ready to meet the new day with anticipation and the thrill of discovery. Let us soar with them, watching as their story unfolds in the skies of Faerûn.
chronicles 