[Sale Bête]

  
It is another night upon Meranthe. The moon rises high over the waters of one of its interior lakes, dim light cast from a waning crescent. Fall and its rites of harvest recede, and Winter comes in with frost nip at its heels.
  
Patrols keep watch over a precious resource, a great tear in the ground where an islet once stood. A deep rift, carved into the ground, where reality twists and warbles impossibly. A precious resource for the great Kingdom of Caethir, diligently guarded by its knights.
  
This evening, that disruption of reality grows worse. A force makes the Lifestream scream, tearing a Rift of a different kind into the center of the camp of Caethiri guards. Out of it spills a contingent, armed to the teeth, their plate and coats emblazoned with a sigil that few will not recognize, once belonging to a once-peaceful nation of scholars.
  

In cold torchlight gleams the coat-of-arms of a snarling wolf's head, its jaws open and a stylized sun between its teeth.

  
Attackers howl as they pour from the Rift. At their head stands a menacing figure, their flesh twisted, corpse-like without the stench of rot:

  

   

"Kill! Destroy this feeble arm of Delphina, show them how little the Bug King's blessing is worth!"

     

    

Objective: Seize the Temporal Rift

Date: TBD