The Age of Silver » Places

         "Alright Maggots! Listen up! I am Flawless Iron Pillar, and I have been assigned to make sure that you don't embarrass those shards you have been given! Now, I don't care that you've got your pretty little tatoos, and I don't care that you're holding ancient weaponry that your pitiful minds have never even conceived in this life! As far as I'm concerned, you aren't worthy of your predecessors memories!"

The massive man before you paces back and forth, his face reddening. He wears a perfectly pressed uniform of silver and black, bereft of insignia. Moonsilver tattoos peek out of his short sleeves and at his collar. On his head, he wears a round, broad-brimmed hat slanted down over his forehead. A silver half-moon is emblazoned on the hat.

"Be that as it may, fortunately for you it's not up to me. It is, however, up to me to complete your training. Now, you've had it easy here on Albion, bastion of the Silver Pact. Your lessons in essence manipulation and advanced combat tactics won't mean drek when you're faced with your first slavering demon without my help. And my help, gentlebeasts, is live fire exercises. That's right, time to hit the ground running. You two, escorted by myself, will take part in a mission for the good of the River. Far in the North, a rogue god has decided to try and generate additional essence for himself. He's well aware of the River's policy of non-contact with Humanity, so he's started a legend about himself. This extorts a loophole in the official laws, as many cultures have traditions and superstitions based on former deities. This particular spirit goes by the name of Sandy Claws, and over the last several decades many in the North and East have spread word that good deeds and doing nice things for each other will result in gifts from some supernatural power. Ridiculous as it is, Heaven let it go because it wasn't really hurting anyone and Sandy Claws never physically appeared to anyone."

"However, we've recently had intel that Sandy Claws has enslaved a pack of Buck-Ogres, who have been witnessed pulling around some sort of Ice Sled. More concerning is the fact that Sandy Claws appears to have made a bargain with a local Freehold of Winter Fae, and that is unacceptable! Your mission, gentlebeasts, is to track down Sandy Claws and find out what deal he's worked out with the Fae, and to convince him that The Pact will no longer tolerate his actions. You have until 0600 tomorrow to prepare. Dismissed!"