The Miracle in Avereaux: What Came to Pass
They came from every corner of the Crownlands — bladebearers, lorekeepers, daring souls and devoted hearts — all drawn by the same thing: a miracle. A glimmer of divine light resting at the tri-border of Windchase, Irondelve Hold, and Phoenix Rest. Haven appeared, a beacon amidst chaos, and Avereaux welcomed the brave with open arms and breath held tight.
Adventurers flooded its fields with laughter, courage, and no small amount of chaos. Gods were met, friendships were forged, banners were raised… and then the storm came.
The Tide of Fallen struck with fury.
They came to break the Scholar. To twist his wisdom into something monstrous. The ritual struck true — and for a terrible moment, it seemed they would succeed.
But they didn’t count on you.
The Weavers stood at the Menhir, channeling forces ancient and raw, their threads intertwining across the battlefield. Adventurers hurled themselves into the fray, hearts blazing, protecting the Scholar with body, wit, and will.
Though the ritual could not be undone — though the Scholar is left diminished, flickering like a candle in the wind — he endures, because you endured.
Your choices, your courage, your chaos made the difference. He survives… but not unchanged.
The gods are watching. The power of Haven is stirred, uncertain, half-awake.
And somewhere in the dark, the Corruption is regrouping. Planning its next move.
The war for Elandra is far from over. But because of you, the flame still burns.
So raise your tankard, patch your wounds, and ready your pack.
This is just the beginning.
Menhirs Fate thanks you for writing this chapter with us and we can’t wait to see what you’ll do next.