Feb 16, 2015
The fires on the flatlands had pewtered out to a wisp, the dry grass now charred ground. Grimy Forest was a toxic mess, the stone shrine at the center covered in ash, and the Bazaar was clinging to itself by the threads of its curtains.
Regardless, Awu seemed eager.
"Come ooooon, kids! We have places to go, things to see! The game's back on!"
The expedition took the guild over the charred flatlands, past the scorched rocks of Mt Deadend, and finally to a cracked pier, where ramshackle rafts awaited them, to carry them across the water and to their exploration's destination.
The clouds parted over Verve Island and the surrounding area!