The Kingdom of Eredhen was once a very different place. It was a land of peace and plenty, ruled over by a benevolent and loved king. His assassination put into motion a series of most unfortunate events that put the very kingdom his forefathers so valiantly fought for in jeopardy. The tyrannical Mageocracy is once again on the rise, their god king freshly resurrected by the foolish mistakes of a few misinformed and very unlucky adventurers. It is my humblest pleasure and deepest regret to find myself chronicling their adventures and the state of the sorry Kingdom of Eredhen. Never have I told a story quite so sad nor interesting but I will not lie. This narrative is no fairy tale nor bedtime story. That is not the tale you will be reading. No, this tale you are about to read is often extremely unpleasant. If you wish to read a tale of heroism, of damsels in distress, or of happy little trolls this is not the book for you. However, if you like stories about clever and reasonably attractive adventurers, suspicious fires, villainous kings, crippling debt and secret organizations, then stay, as I retrace each and every one of the Infernus Order's woeful steps and Eredhen's creeping strides towards the abyss. My name is Elais Dods, and it is my sad duty to document this tale.
Our group returns to the impenetrable city of industry, to wait out the storm and plan their next move.