The remembered feeling of the sword entering her chest shocked her awake. Looking hard at her hand forced the static away from the outline of her form. How long had she been here? Weeks and days, moments and millinea all seemed to occupy the same space here. It was an existence that she could hardly comprehend and one she fought against. At the edges of the space she had carved out for herself, she could feel him watching. “I know you’re there. You think this place can change me? I change it. They are coming for me. You can’t make me forget that. He’s going to get me. He promised.”

Visions from the past surround the group as they descend further and further into the illusory world. Who’s behind this, and why are they leading the group to them?

It’s good to see that we are starting to get bleed over. I hope the others coming from home don’t find the restrictions of this place to egregious. Little by little, we are tipping the scale to a point she can’t compensate. The nexus keeps feeding chaos into the rift, and she is grasping at straws to try and hold it closed. I keep thinking, Elizabet, how wonderful it will feel to shake off the restriction of the material here and see what new thing replaces it when my God awakens. She brought it with her, the limits on the unimaginable. The others were too detached to notice, but it chewed at me like an infection. The moment when it is cleansed from me can not come soon enough.

The team goes to the Dream Den to figure out what is affecting it and the surrounding area. Last time, their deepest fears were made real, so it can’t get worse than that, right?

A coded memo from the desk of Newton Zemke, Public Relations for The Keepers of the Veil: Benjamin, I understand your frustrations, and in many cases, share them. But your orders are your orders. I don’t see anyone with a better sense of presence, and I need you in the quarantine zone. You are our face, right now, and we need people to know we are working to return their lives to normal. We’ve done our best to keep the city guard out, taking resources from them to present a strong front. I can give you what you need, but I need you there. I’d be there myself, but the ruling council seems to think my skills are better suited here, at the Indeliophan, despite my own misgivings about that.

You’d think fighting a monster from outside of reality would be the worst thing you have to do with your day, but as the team explores the temple, things get... well... worse.

I know you don’t agree Elizbet, but this has to happen. With what will be coming through, this is our best chance to see what he’ll do. Here we can control the circumstances, like any good experiment. We need to know what our boy will do when he comes face to face with the truth. This will be small. Something we can handle if he decides he’s no longer liking the deal. It will be on you to convince him otherwise Elizbet. You’ve done a wonderful job of keeping him focused. Keeping him working and keeping him and his group isolated at this most crucial time. They have such potential to sow discord, it would be a shame if we let them undo that.

As threats in the sewers push in from all sides, the team has to put aside differences to make it out. Also, Corra hears a tune, Seshmire gets pulled along, and Tseer meets an old friend.

I don’t care what she says. The current strategy of letting those damn metal whatevers and the cops take over the protection of the city, while we try and take back eastside, is not going to work. I mean, have you looked outside, Lashell? This is worse than when we succeeded. Between that and loosing boots on the ground to trying to find this temple, or whatever she thinks it is, we are losing our grip on what is important. Hell, that isn’t even taking into account whatever is cause these Feywild portals. I know we are in a shit place here, Lashell, and it’s not like we can talk to Lincoln about it. I just don’t want to watch the world crumble while we chase phantoms.

The team dives under the city to try and find a threat left over from the latest Feywild bubble. The monsters, though, may not be the biggest threat to the team.

It’s been so long since the world felt like this: balanced on the edge or maybe even already falling. Last time, they did what they thought necessary. They left me… lost. I don’t blame them for that. They had no choice, but they forgot me, after. They let me be forgotten. I barely held on to the barest idea of myself, while they let my name fade. Now, I’ll save the world, again, and teach it the memories it lost.

The weight of the outside world begins to press down. The team faces threats, both mortal and fantastical. This is impressive, since they are doing their best not to talk to each other.

Been a while since the world felt like this. Like it’s edge just teetering there. Last time we all stepped up, cause we was the one who could, the ones that had to. Now we can’t help, not like we want to, and have to put our faith in mortals. Hope that them few folks that we picked can shoulder the burden and weather storm, cause a hell of a storm is coming and when it passes I’m afraid of what will be left behind.

New players enter the game. Some with good intentions and some other ideas. The team has to take on new friends and new foes while trying to figure themselves out.

We interrupt this broadcast with an Exalink Special Bulletin. Chaos has enveloped the city. What started as a outpouring of dissatisfaction with the response of the Guilds to the extra-planar threats has erupted into full blown riots. While the crowds seem to be centered in front of the offices of Elder Tower, different pockets have been springing up across the city as the night wears on. One moment, one moment, really? Yes, ok, I am getting reports that the the head of Elder Tower as well as all of the Guild’s senior officials have been found murdered. Killed in a...What do you ,mean? We can’t shut down, I’m in the middle of a report. How is anyone supposed to know that….

Sometimes, when something is too broken, you simply have to scrap it and start fresh, no matter the cost.

Hello and thank you tuning in to the Exalink nightly news. Coming up, our headlines. But first a word from our sponsor: Elder Tower and their Golden Brew sun tea maker. Remember, anytime is a good time for sun tea. Our main story tonight: The planar incursions from the Feywild still continue. Though they have not begun manifesting west of the river, officials have been meeting to address the problem. In related news, civil unrest east of the river still continues to rise, as The Sands party is projected to sweep the available seats in the next election. What kind of effect could this have on the relationship between the Guilds and parliament? We’ll explore that next, but first, Karen with the weather. Karen?

The movers and the shakers of the city gather to try and right the ship, but as water keeps filling it, are they up to bailing it out fast enough?

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