The forge of war
The date is Ayrth 13, 993YK
As cold blankets the land no rain has fallen in over a week, this is a dire omen indeed. Rumors of soothsayers gone mad abound, Stories tell of a traveling fortune reader who clawed her eyes out and ran screaming into the night never to be seen again; of a diviner in the city of towers who jumped out of a window plunging to his death after catching a glimpse of something unknown.
Meanwhile the war goes on.
As thousands clash in the east over Khorvaire, Breland's alliance with Thrane stands strong. Both countries are mustering their forces for a joint invasion of Cyr. As recruitment offices in Sharn and Wroat redouble their efforts, recruitment wagons cross the country stopping at villages looking for able bodies and sharp minds. House Deneith opens its doors wide as new contingents of mercenairies are made ready for hire by all who can pay the price.