Logosmas is almost here, and most of you deserve no gifts given your track record with destroying them. Magnanimous as I am, I have nonetheless decided to bring not just Ashtan, but all of Sapience a blessing.

Trek to North of New Thera and try not to kill each other for a moment and you will find two things: a ladder and a sign. This ladder is My gift, a chance for you to reach the skies far beyond Achaea. You could reach the Moon, or perhaps you will even reach new planes entirely - I leave the outcome to your diligence and shrouded in a little mystery as all good surprises should be.

All you need to do is bring wood and iron then REINFORCE the ladder. You will assemble a simple rung, dip it in the magical puddle that will provide the sturdiness necessary to survive great heights and harsh winds, then add it to the top of the ladder. Because of the magics involved, you can only work on one rung at a time, individually!

What of the sign? It is a leaderboard. Whoever manages to add the most rungs to this ladder will not only be recognised to all in the leaderboard, but will also receive a great accolade once the goal is achieved! If there are multiple hard-workers, then I may deem to bestow said accolade on more than one person.

Penned by My hand on the 24th of Miraman, in the year 933 AF.