A reverential hush and great seriousness greeted a robed visitor to Targossas in Ero, 695 AF. The following days were filled with a resolved rush of preparations as, nigh inexplicably, the Caefir Conlaodh of the Righteous Fire set about their secretive tasks.

Some days later, the public were tormented by the agonised screams of Targossians ringing out across Creation as their forms were torn asunder by the energies of a plane few Achaeans have ever seen.

The specifics of their travels continue to be shrouded in mystery and the details of what they were doing and why they were doing it is a closely guarded secret within the hallowed walls of the Dawnspear and Adroushan.

Whatever their mission, it appears at an end this day. The Caefir Conlaodh walk the streets of the treasured Dawnspear with grim resolve writ across their faces and their robed visitor nowhere to be
found.

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Summary: The Caefir Conlaodh of the Righteous Fire and their Targossian allies recently undertook an adventure in the outer planes. What they were doing and why they were doing it is not commonly known.



Penned by My hand on the 24th of Lupar, in the year 695 AF.