Gameplay Session 3
From the Journal of Jarast the Sharp: Fire Season, 327 A.E., Cinder half, Wraith waxing crescent: Every time I think I have taken the full measure of the strangeness and foulness of this place, I am proven wrong. The things I have seen here in just these past two days will surely haunt my dreams, should I be lucky enough to ever leave. I think not three hours had passed from putting down my pen and drifting into a dreamless sleep when I was awoken by shouts and general commotion by some of the men. Thinking we were under attack, though not knowing by whom, I instinctively sprung up, drew my blade, and looked to see who or what had fallen upon us. There was nothing, but the wind carried a foul smell of blood. I soon knew the source, for as I followed my crewmates’ gazes to the west, I could see red clouds approaching swiftly, illuminated by flashes of lightning from within and Cinder from without. I had heard of blood rains before but had never thought to see one, certainly not t