Starforged Session Report

Soundtrack The Monks of Brink groan continuously. In my first days here I observed how they produce such deep, resonant vibrations. They spend a full minute to inhale before they harden their guts and purse their lips in unison. The resultant rattle of their chests and throats issues and rebounds throughout the high and lonely halls of dying Brink. As twelve begin, another twelve are halfway to…