The Story Thus Far...

I stumbled out of the Shadow Roads, within which I thought I had only been for a few weeks at the most (for time seems strange and variable there). Imagine my shock when I discovered hundreds of years had passed!
 
Upon staggering out, I found myself lost, befuddled, and alone, with only a desire to get as far away from these "Wasted Wests" as they are now called, as soon as possible. I secured passage aboard an airship that - of course - crashed near the location of some of these gigantic monstrosities dotting the Wests. I made my way further west - this desire to simply get away was too strong, and my attempt to head east had failed, so west it was, it seems.
 
I ended up in the coastal city of Barsella, where I became friends with a ragtag bunch: Eagungad, an orcish Bloodrager who, despite this, is a thoughtful, considerate family-man; Riston, a Druid whose lion animal companion is fearsome; and Fydara, a hot-headed and intemperate ranger who inherited a rather lovely (if ramshackle) mansion in Barsella. She inherited a staff along with this mansion, including Bearg, Talullah, and Dosh (the only one of the three who seems friendly and capable).
 
Upon settling in Barsella, we were approached by Ahriva and Bella Luca (a Cleric of Mnemosyne) to seek out a cleric of her order who had become lost in the Wash, an underground area outside Barsella where we found the poor, slain cleric, whose head had been opened and brain removed (he had also been turned to salt). It was hear we stumbled upon an occultist named Berk, who had been removing brains and keeping them in jars...for what reason we could not discern. We found a letter to him from someone named Lesk ordering him to bring the brain of the cleric to a Clurgen in King's Rest.
 
We headed out to King's Rest (a luxurious resort town) upon a ship named the Spotted Fin, captained by Evayne and his wife (and her pet...water creature). Upon landing in King's Rest, we trekked to a remote lighthouse, where we ran into Clurgen as he committed some foul ritual (although we never took the time to ask him). Charging in, we destroyed him and his two foul Cacodemons; later finding a journal of the 13th High Lord Priest to Seggotan at the light house, we noticed it mentioned a missing apprentice who we discovered in the basement, transformed into a water creature. She warned us that about preventing the return of Nethus, who wanted to raise the sunken city of Meshonlir - her final words to us were, "Leave: they are coming!"
 
We returned to Barsella (by the skin of our teeth), and after a day or two of relaxation, as we returned to Fydara's mansion after an outing, we were attacked right on the front steps! The three assailants were all dressed as the devout to the goddess Hecate. (Ahriva also, a shock to us, turned into a Lamia during our assault!) In discussing all of this with Ahriva, it appears we have a situation between warring factions of three gods: Seggotan has claimed Hecate as his wife, but in doing so, has completely forgotten he once belonged to Mnemosyne, who has been imprisoned and nearly forgotten except for a handful of followers (like Ahriva). All of Mnemosyne's matriarchs are at the island of Morphoi, the goddess' home. Ahriva plans to head there, and will send us a message to check on the situation back in Barsella.
 
At the same time, Barsella's Summer Festival begins. During these festivities - the raucous sounds, smells, and lights - outside the Tarpit Tavern near the docks and the Far Cast Inn, we see emerge from the murky waters nearly two dozen Sahaugins! They appear wounded and bleeding from their joints with calcified skin, but attack nonetheless. It is a rough battle, but we emerge victorious with numerous dead sahaugins around us, as others flee back into the water. In the calm afterward, a paladin emerges, panicked, and declares two things: we must burn the remaining dead, because they are plague-stricken. The plague is called Skinny Bones, a mucus disease that attacks the bone marrow and transforms calcium to skin. The paladin also declares that all of us who fought them must be quarantined! It is while we consider our options in this quarantine that our friend, Evain, the captain of the Spotted Fin, says to us that his friend Dorn, on the Burning Shores, has a cure for this illness. Thus, we alight on his ship and break the quarantine and escape into the western sea, bound for the Burning Shores.
 
It is a strange thing, then, when we unwittingly sail into a ley line and travel beyond comprehension into the Shadow Realms once more. My friends later told me we traveled to the cold northern realm, where they met and helped a fey creature. I present this information second-hand, because during the travels, I...vanished. I don't know where I went, all I know is that, to me, I was on the boat the entire time, unable to speak or communicate with the others. I felt dead and then, as suddenly, reborn.