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The quest to bring The Stygian Stone to the edges of Hyperborea and toss it into the nether-regions of The Black Gulf. In the meantime, Xill Vuntos rat problem has been solved, but the heroes find themselves underneath a lotus den searching for a missing teen. They have lost one member due to a fall from a great height, and another due to a falling out. A third they lost due to an unusually powerful iron automation. And a fourth is missing in action.

You were evil, without a doubt. When you died your soul was sent for judgement in the courts of the Lady of Graves. You expected the worst, to be sent to one of the lower planes perhaps to be raised up in time as a devil or a demon but more likely to be used as currency among the powers there or tortured just for their amusement. What you were not expecting was to languish in the Boneyard for years, awaiting your soul being weighed. Perhaps you hadn't realised just how badly you'd messed up your life but the prospect of having your wicked deeds read out to you was what you had to dwell on. Then you find yourselves back in your old bodies though they are weak and rotted, animated by dark magic. A familiar face looks down at you, "Welcome back."

Korvosa has long stood as the first bastion of civilization on the wild frontier of Varisia. Yet tragedy seems to haunt the city’s royal bloodline. Few of her rulers rule for long, and none have lived to a ripe old age, dying instead well before their time. Heirs to the throne are few and far between—in its 300-year history, no king of Korvosa has directly inherited the Crimson Throne from his father. This is the source of much gossip and tale-spinning among the city’s citizens, who speak in hushed tones of what they have come to call the Curse of the Crimson Throne. In the shadow of an ailing king, a new ruler gathers power, sending shockwaves through a populace already plagued by unrest and pushing the largest city in Varisia to the brink of disaster. In the face of anarchy, an unlikely few gather at the call of a mysterious patron. Strange magic and mysterious prophesies set them on the trail of a common foe—a path that draws them into a struggle to save the city from ruin. Amid the intrigues of kings and generals, heroes and thieves, it's up to these new staunch few to decide whether the rule of a new monarch will usher in a new age of glory or a reign of chaos.

Phaendar is burning! The night of iron fangs is upon us!

Sunrise glitters upon the surface of the river, dazzling gold upon white-flecked waves. Bird cries fill the morning breeze. The nearby forest comes alive with a cacophony of chirps and hoots, grunts and growls, cracking tree branches, rustling leaves. Grass rolls in emerald waves in the fields across the river. A sleepy town wakes up and sets about the morning fishing on the river, harvesting in the woods, and crafting a new day's fortune. They work blissfully unaware of destiny lying buried amid the green-stained ruins, sunken in the lakes, hidden in the potential of its people. Greet the sunrise. Breathe in the breath of the wild. Adventure awaits.

The world of Eberron in Pathfinder 2nd edition, a world that needs heroes.