Palanshia

The iridescence of Eth flickers for a second time since creation as power surges out from the core of the world. The unstoppable Beckoning has begun. The constant pull on Toman's mind. The strange dreams of different worlds...fleets of ships made of clear glass...inky black figures brandishing spears and leaping from the shadows of his bedroom. And then the light that appears in the bones of his fingers! 

Creation responds to the mysterious shift in the flow of Eth. Unknown dark forces threaten the lives of the party from Ydassum. Barrost continues with its excesses, oblivious to the signs, living up to its reputation as the Bejewelled Wasp Nest of the Northern Horn. Toman can't stop the nightmares. The strange dreams. The blood dripping from his Linger. He wants to tear up the blue sash and throw it away, but can't. It's a part of his new identity. The unstoppable beckoning resounds deeper through the foundations of the world.