The wind felt good on Odine’s face as he lay on the deck of the Seafoam’s Crest.  He watched as Lobo Tome, March, and Nerida valiantly fought against the rotten Succumbed who had boarded their ship.  The Rot Walker that had torn open his body lay dead next to him, but he knew he would not survive much longer.  Then he heard the roaring boom of the cannon that they had fastened to the Crest and a cheer went up from the fighters.  He never saw it happen, but the splintering gro

It did not take long to pack.  The refugees did not have much in the way of belongings that could not be easily transported.  The Abotess was right of course.  Over the course of their stay in the Godswoods the Godhunter’s camp had gone from a relatively isolated village to a central trade route and well-established power in Sunfire Valley.  With the establishment of boundaries by the Ravager Moot, the Godhunters now had to recon with being on the world stage, despite the sec

It is quiet in the Godswoods as the travelers make their way back up the mountain towards the Godhunter camp.  Not a sound is heard.  The normal banter is strangely absent, as if all can sense the looming stillness and the threat it holds.  They make it to the front gates without issue and it is immediately apparent that things are very wrong.  There are ample signs of a fight that raged through the camp, although the fires of battle have long since burned low.  Broken workbe