>>6195542>Action 1: Seek the massive silhouette in the Eastern ProvinceSpurred by old tales and cryptic footprints whispered of among frontier settlers, the Urotti dispatch seasoned explorers to the icy eastern province. Equipped with sturdy gear and guided by ancestral runes said to ward off chill spirits, they trek across frozen crags and through labyrinthine ravines. Scouts leave small clan markers at regular intervals to keep from losing their way in sudden blizzards. Every night, around a shared fire, they pore over ancient records gleaned from Virn-Urdor’s archives, hoping to match the descriptions of any strange silhouettes or hidden caves. Though the wind often howls with eerie resonance, the dwarves press on, certain that knowledge—and perhaps a stirring legend—waits just beyond the next ridge.
>Action 2: Aid the Habitun by Expanding Their Glitter Vapor MineMeanwhile, the call for dwarven expertise rings clear from the Habitun. The dwarves respond by sending a team of master masons and seasoned miners to the far-off glitter vapor mine. Operating under Habitun supervision, they reinforce support beams and carve deeper tunnels, utilizing dwarven precision to guard against collapses. Following the Three-Tap Rhythm of stonecutting, they expand the shafts at a measured pace, ensuring the precious glitter vapor is neither lost nor tainted by rushing dust.
>RumorsFootprints in the Snow: Explorers in the eastern province swear they found prints three times the size of a dwarf’s, vanishing abruptly at the edge of a frosted canyon.
Shimmering Veins: Miners assisting with the glitter vapor expansion claim to have struck faintly glowing seams of crystal, though no one is certain whether they pose a danger or a boon.
Tales from the Frontier: Caravans crossing the new holds bring word of strange lights dancing on distant ridgelines. Some say they’re elemental spirits stirred by ongoing construction; others suspect would-be raiders lurking for easy prey.
Ancestral Whispers: A handful of dwarves report hearing ghostly chanting beneath the mountain at night, an echo that resonates with old runic patterns. Whether it’s the ancestors’ blessing or a warning remains a point of heated tavern debate.
>Warpost: The March Through GuliseareA mighty Urotti host, armored in amber steel and bearing the banners of the mountain clans, marches southward from the Habitun fortress of Hilsen. With shields raised and axes sharp, the dwarven legions advance in tight formations, their boots thundering along ancient stone roads as they pass through the lands of Guliseare. Messengers had secured peaceful passage, but the march remains tense—dwarven eyes scanning the ridges and forests for hidden threats. The goal is clear: to confront the rumored horde threatening Vitruvia from the south.
