You hear increasing reports from new inmates that Lest is under serious siege.
The Northern Territories were ravaged by the Wolf/Bison War (as it’s now being called), with the wipeout of Linking being just the beginning. Before long, the Wolf Riders burned the plains belonging to the Bison People, reducing their crops and hunting grounds to ash. Every attempt to keep the peace wore away at the Northern Corps, bit by bit. General Batten was eventually overrun while holding the neutral territory of Platter, and he is now missing. Those in Xanthus University have closed off all passes to the school, which has saved them from invasion, but also cut them off from the outside world.
In the center of the continent, Witchaven has fared little better. Though the initial Ensor uprising was quelled, it was merely a test of defenses and response times, because a few months later, they stormed their former home in force, freeing their fellow men and performing a coup in the government, with the help of many agents they had placed within its ranks, posing as women. Though they have been content to control their small territory for now, that will surely change.
The Horrifying Horde, meanwhile, have taken nearly complete control over the Southern Forest, with Fort Mar being the only remaining bastion in the area, and even it is expected to fall any day. Though Captain Mel Squall herself refuses to abandon it, everyone else has been ordered away from the increasingly untenable fort. Because of the dramatic upswing in pirate attacks from shape-shifting beasts, she has ordered almost every ship she commands to follow General Guy and fall back to defend the true last bastion of hope in the continent: Ambar.
The golden city stands, and no assault has yet breached its defenses. Sunder has lived up to his legend as King of Swords, beating back the city’s attackers in a series of brilliant tactical moves. Who dares attack Ambar? None other than the Etern Army itself. With no navy patrolling the Brown Sea because of pirate attacks; both the Northern Corps and Southern Legion scattered by local conflicts; and their powerful magical allies locked up in their own civil war, the citizens of Ambar watched the Etern Army practically walk straight up to their front door.
Yes, the West is burning, and it is only a matter of time before Lord Sunder’s dream of a unified continent comes to pass, just under the rule of a different King.
Within the Distant City itself, life merely goes on. Little is affected here by the outside world. Though searching at every opportunity, it begins to seem impossible to reach the Distant Father’s Tower, let alone escape. He has yet to reappear after that initial presentation, and the guards around his facility have tripled. The group begins to drift apart, meeting in less and less frequent intervals. Each becomes consumed by individual pursuits.