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The Earthen Titans of the White Sky Mountains

'Neither steel nor stone could cause any damage, my Lord... It was simply too big, unlike any enemy we have ever seen.'

Legion Captain Meron's last report to General Lorgar

'When the trees shuddered and the earth shook, we knew it was far too late to retreat.'

Excerpt of General Lorgar's last report to Emperor Paulus, following the loss of his entire army of 10,000 men

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“ The devil's wind. Explains why people become crazy. They are caught up in this wind which steals their sanity which in turn feeds the wind. The wind is a leftover from when the air elementals banded together in a mass army at one point to attack the True Gods. The wind is leftover of their attack route and on the anniversary of the battle the wind sweeps through causing the madness.”
Strolen
“ The village sits on the edge of the deep fjord, often engulfed in mist or rain. Its people are fishermen, who work even through the sea-ravaging winter. And they pray to the gods of the deep. At the beginning of every winter they hold a summoning ceremony. Three boats are taken out into the fjord, a hornsman on each. The mournful horns are blown in the language of the whales, the gods of the deep. The whales sometimes appear in answer to these calls, and it is taken as a good omen when they do. To a party of PCs wandering the misty hills and valleys nearby however, the doleful whalesong of the horns can be disturbing and misinterpreted...”
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“ Perhaps divinations, if strong enough, can actually change the future, instead of predicting it.”
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