Fortunes are changing for the nation of Sweetwater. A second shadow 
nest has been invaded and scattered. The siege of Cliffside has been 
repelled. It seems victory and peace are at hand.

A council meeting has a shadow pleading for sanctuary and 
citizenshipdespite the angry cries of those who would prefer 
blood to peace.

A strange vision rattles many to the core as an assembled device
gives a new glimpse of the Creators. The shadows claim they only 
do as the Creators bid them, what could this mean. Have the 
beings of Promise fallen so far from grace that their gods would
have them all destroyed? What were they apologizing for, the 
Creator that hung heavy with age, looking so sad and guilty. 
What have we done to displease our Creators?

Cults of the Old Ones grow outside the city, claiming that there are 
beings that are older than even the Creators, and wield more terrible 
power. Turning their back on their progenitors, they follow a path
that seems even darker than the shadows they had just driven away.

The future seems uncertain at best. It's a time in need of heroes.

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