In the heart of Sharn, the City of Towers, rumors swirl through the lower districts like rats in the sewers — whispers of a lost schema, House Cannith secrets buried beneath the ruins of old Cyre, and dragonmarked agents going missing without a trace. What began as a simple escort mission has drawn our party
In the heart of Sharn, the City of Towers, rumors swirl through the lower districts like rats in the sewers — whispers of a lost schema, House Cannith secrets buried beneath the ruins of old Cyre, and dragonmarked agents going missing without a trace.
What began as a simple escort mission has drawn our party deep into the tangled politics of the Dragonmarked Houses, the secret agendas of the Twelve, and something far older… something sleeping beneath the city’s foundations.
A warforged veteran with haunted eyes, a halfling courier with House Ghallanda blood, a changeling who can’t remember who they were yesterday — all drawn together by fate, gold, or sheer bad luck.
The skyships still fly, the towers still gleam, but something is stirring in the Mournland’s shadow…
And the lightning rail won’t wait.