Return of the Masters
The foregoing winter was one for the record books. Massive snow accumulation cut off communication between many cities, villages, farms and freeholds. The incredible plunge in temperature killed trees, livestock, and even people. The winter was so terrible that snow and cold weather linger still - even though spring is supposedly upon the land. There is talk across the land of a strange dimness and a heavy feeling looms on all...
Some of you have received a note from an old acquaintance in the Largish town of Stormhold, others may have simply wandered by or even live there. Regardless, you've each somehow arrived at the town, and huddle in the warmth of the tavern from the freezing cold and howling wolves outside.
