The Plight of Arcoscephale
Although some breathing room had been gained, reports of a terrible menace were coming in from the east. Slimy Subterranean Slugs were being worshipped by humans who had, indeed, fallen far from their former friends.
And fortune favored the fiends! A Fortress was freely constructed by a local fool to curry favor. While the Brethren of Brenflusse, Bountiful Goddess of Rivers, continued to find fortune to be extremely fickle.
So, to WAR! Death to the SSSlugs!
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