Tomorrow Must Burn
Transcript
The embers of the Cult of Cinders grow cold, and the profane power of the dragon god Dahak is broken once more. From the heart of the Mwangi Expanse, a curse has been lifted, and a people—the proud Ekujae—are at last free from the shadow of their ancient foe. A fortress built on sacrilege has fallen, and the schemes of the half-dragon Belmazog have crumbled to ash with her defeat.
Yet victory is a bitter vintage. The bright mind of Nketiah, daughter of Jahsi, is silenced forever, a bridge between worlds tragically burned. The vengeful spear of Ifiok has found its final rest, her oath fulfilled at the cost of her own life.
Such is the price of heroism: for every shadow pushed back, a light is extinguished. A heavy toll, and a debt that weighs upon the soul.
And so, you turn from the humid jungles of the south, your path now guided by a starless night. Eclipse, a sacred star-knife gifted in gratitude and grief, is the key you hold. The Dreamgate awaits, a shimmering passage to the nascent nation of Ravounel.
You have learned a grim truth: the Cinderclaws were but a fiery fist, directed by a hidden, calculating mind: the Scarlet Triad. A name whispered in a rescued prisoner's terror and scrawled in a defeated leader's notes. This sinister merchant's guild, a cancer spreading through the Inner Sea, is your true foe.
You have a name for the hand that guides this blade in the dark: Laslunn.
Your quarry has fled to Kintargo, the Silver City, a bastion of artistry and newfound freedom. But beneath the veneer of rebellion and renewal, a shadow war is waged. Agents of the Triad move like poison through the city's veins, turning hope to fear and freedom into chains.
You journey now as a bulwark against this rising tide. The choices you make in the Silver City will echo far beyond its walls, for in the Age of Ashes, even the brightest tomorrow must burn.