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Briefing

It's the middle of a Northern winter. I've endured a month of long night's journeying from the heart of civilization to it's very border. Though the houses of the Builder have provided respite along the way, they have appeared with decreasing frequency. Now I stand before what was once the last of those safe havens, a final dot on the map amidst Bleak Hills. The border between civilized society and the Pagan abyss. This is my destination.

I've been sent to retrieve a relic from nearly a decade ago: a chalice made to commemorate the crowning of the First King in the North. The King was destined to do good in the land, growing the influence of the Builder and paving way for His works in the far reaches of the known world.

St. Henry's Beacon - named after the leader of the first expedition into the Northern Wastes - has stood firm against the harsh environment. It has been abandoned on two separate occasions: once after a vicious Pagan raid following the King's coronation, and again after a party was sent to reclaim the chalice. Their last communication spoke of a demonic apparition haunting the grounds. If there is any truth to these claims, I must seek to purify it's taint.

In addition to the Pagan threat, opportunistic locals will no doubt have caught wind of the plentiful meat to pick off the bones of the Builder's house. I can only hope that they have already been and gone, the Wastes are littered with those who saw fit to linger in the cold.