Shard Hunters

Journal Entry One

1 Andrasich Janwell of the Red Age

I never thought I’d see the start of the next Age, but here I am. Two hundred forty three years of Green. Now all but the smallest patches of green still exist; in the tallest trees and highest hilltops. Not here though. Everything has turned a crimson hue. It’ll be impossible to tell where the blood ends and the ground begins.

But that doesn’t worry me now. A battlefield will not see me this day, nor the next. I sit now in an inn somewhere in the Grand City, awaiting orders. What this can entail, I will not know, but something tells me it is of great importance. Why else would I be made to abandon my post at the underwater city of Hellar?

I’ll write again with more information soon.




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