With the destruction of the clairvoyance beacon all debate has been put asunder; the forces of High Canopy march tonight on Cinderhelm! Not all have agreed to the siege but those factions willing have marshalled their forces in a coalition of flora and fauna. Hoof, foot and trunk crash forth through the underbrush toward the imposing walls of the Dwarven city, heart of the very evil which bleeds insidiously into the woods beyond its walls. Therein our intrepid Gypsies will encounter foes and threats old and new, with many a surprise in store.

None can say what land the sun shall rise upon in the wake of this most martial of dialectics between nature and industry. Only this can be said with certainty; There shall be a Reckoning!