Breaking the Miasma
Written by: Anonymous
Date: Saturday, October 1st, 2011
Addressed to: Everyone
For nearly a month, the Basin of Life anguished beneath the arrival of
the strange, murmuring silver miasma that appeared in the Oleanvir
Valley and spread quickly through New Celest and the Inner Sea,
inexplicably reaching eastward. Relief was had at last when a figure
appeared over the Snow Valley, alighting near the spherical crystal
construct built by Loranara, Wisdom of the Icewynd during the first
appearance of the Ice Devils, many years prior.
The new arrival identified himself as Wiliki, Justice of the Icewynd and
comrade in arms to Loranara as a Guardian of the Icewynd, a land far
from the Basin of Life. Their conflict with the beings identified as
Forsaken had once more spilled over into the Basin. The miasma, sent by
the Forsaken, attempted to seek eastward, in an effort to destroy the
crystal within the Snow Valley that acted as the last bastion of defense
against the sky becoming wholly torn asunder.
Onlookers quickly gathered as Wiliki assessed the situation, informing
them that although he wept for them, a weapon had already been
dispatched to do away with the miasma. Almost immediately, a glittering
shape soared across the firmament, identifiable as a massive, icy comet
homing in on the bulk of the miasma to the west. Those behind the miasma
responded in kind as the silvery mist surged, shattering the comet into
countless fragments.
Wiliki, undaunted, quickly laid a magical enchantment upon the crystal,
enabling it to generate feathers formed of snow that possessed the
ability to seek these fragments out, in the hopes of creating an item
that could be used to destroy the miasma. Many set out to initiate this
chore, though it was Archmage Phoebus Skyplume of the Aeromancers who
first completed the deed and returned to a proud Wiliki to inform him of
her success.
Despite adversity, a way to combat the insidious miasma has been
realised, and Wiliki, Justice of the Icewynd stands custodian over the
crystal in the Snow Valley, ready to guide those intrepid adventurers
who would marshal under him and begin clearing the mist from their
lands.
Penned by My hand on the 5th of Urlachmar, in the year 307 CE.