Skies of Ticivorna
Well, we’re on the island and we aren’t leaving any time soon. As much as I want to just go home and end all this I won’t leave a job half-done. Might not be leaving at all, the way things are shaping up—Myer’s “plan” seems to have some holes in it.
This island’s something special, though. We went out for some scouting and ended up ambushed by werewolves. Next day, we go to check some noises and we wind up city guarded by dragon-riders. Dragons! Haven’t seen those in years. Anyway, seems the city’s home to the Tribe of the Burning Eclipse; lots of werewolves, vampires, and other critters from the stories parents tell their kids to scare ‘em straight. Numhuire, the elder, welcomed us in for an exchange of favors. She’s that rare sort that actually knows what’s going on—if we’re going to change anything here, we’ll need her help. I’m going to get her take on this mess, see what it looks like from the outside.