Meanwhile, in Bellows

Imbolc † Age of Wolf So much pomp and circumstance, punctuated by the harmed and the feared. Bullywugs. Suspicion and pitchfork. Tattered flags and fanfare. Inside the city walls, the Trees shiver. While (not technically) wizards, hidden away in waterfront workshops, knit golems. Automation and gloom at the heart of the triumphant.