As much as you hate to go against your instincts, you were only here once and it was over five hundred years ago. Your memory of things isn't going to be correct due to the changes in the landscape alone. Even if the maps aren't giving the exact location, they're at least a more reliable guideline brought back by people who managed to survive this land.

"Okay, we'll use the maps. We're going to have to endure this weather either way I suppose and we'll be less likely to get lost." You remark.

You continue your journey using the maps. It turns out to be a good idea, but nothing is stopping the cold and freezing ice storm that hits hard within a couple hours.

What remaining horses and other pack animals you had left end up either panicking or outright collapse from the exhaustion. Your group ends up having to dig out a shelter and hunker down for the storm to pass. Food isn't much of a problem since you just butcher the animals that are dying any way. Fire isn't either since you can conjure it up. Still, it's not an ideal situation and others in the group are starting to experience minor frostbite and argue with one another.

You tell everyone to shut up and listen when you hear a rumbling sound approaching close by. Some think it's just the sounds of the storm, but you point out that it must be something else since the ground is vibrating a bit.

"Giant! Get the hell up and move!" you exclaim and the group scrambles to run out of the make shift shelter. Some of you even make it out before a large foot crushes it.

Now the term giant has never been used lightly, they're called that for a reason. However, this one is certainly larger than average. In fact, you don't even think it noticed you when it squashed some of your group. Well it didn't at first at least, when it feel the gushiness of flattened humans on its foot along with seeing several scattering about the snow, it comes to the conclusion that a giant could only logically come to, namely flatten the rest of you as well.

"Spread out! Spread out! He's going to swing that damn club!" you shout. Meanwhile, the giant successfully crushes a couple of the soldiers with his club and at this point you don't know where the hell anyone else is because their fear has caused them to run out of your line of sight which is small enough with the ice storm hindering long range viewing.

You roll out of the way of a club slam and run up to the giant's foot and begin hacking at the back tendon. It isn't easy since the giant's skin is calloused to the point where it acts like armor. You only manage to cause a superficial wound before He nearly crushes you again. Realizing you aren't getting anywhere with that approach, you resort to magic and literally give the giant a hot foot, burning the skin enough to cause a roar of pain. The giant starts moving his foot to sooth the injury in the cold snow.

You look up and can barely make out the top half of this monster through the storm. You aren't sure if it's going to work with the storm being as bad as it is, but you're going to try anyway. You cast more fire at the giant, not at his foot though, but at his loincloth which is undoubtedly made of some sort of fur. You don't stop flinging fire until you're confident that the flames aren't going out any time soon.

Predictably the giant starts beating its own flaming crotch in an effort to stop the burning sensation, bellowing so loudly that you image all of Rask can hear. The giant runs away from the combat area grabbing snow and ice around it and throwing it on the still burning fur loincloth.

"Sheesh, that brings a whole new meaning to the term fireballs." A voice shouts behind you. You turn around and see a figure completely bundled up in snow gear standing with others dressed in a similar manner. Naturally you're ready for a fight, but the one who spoke holds up his hands.

"Hold on there! Are you part of the expedition group? We just bumped into a few of them running from the giant. Said one of you was actually insane enough to fight the damn thing."
"Yes, what have you done with them?!"
"Nothing! We were on patrol, got caught in the storm and then we heard all the screaming and came to investigate. Your people are right over this small hill here with some more of us. Normally, we'd just send you all on your way and tell you that you were fools to come to Rask in the first place, but now that we've seen you in action, I can't help but think the Vision Lord would want to meet you."

Vision Lord?

"Are you the Eyes?" you ask.
"We are from the Order of the Eye and I'm Sightmaster Crowley but if we're going to talk, I'd prefer it if we'd do it at Fort Everwatch. You and the others can rest up there."
"And if we don't want to go with you?"
"Then you don't go and you all can return to wherever it is you came from. We're not holding anyone prisoner, though the lady of your group, a Miss Mol I believe, says you've been looking for us. As I said normally we try to keep to ourselves and turn away most visitors, but given that we're inviting you in with open arms I should think you wouldn't turn down this opportunity. Besides, I'm fairly certain that none of us here wants to tangle with the guy that just chased away ol' Snowtop single handedly."
"What, that giant?"
"If you hadn't noticed, he's not just any giant, if he was, he'd be dead by now. He's probably the oldest living frost giant that we know of and he's tougher than a troll steak and almost taller than some of the smaller mountains in this area. Fortunately he seems to only wander about during these bad ice storms that usually no idiot would be caught in, but then here we are."

And here you are. You insist that you want to see Jennifer before going anywhere. Crowley takes you to see her and the few survivors. She's glad to see you're alive and hugs you. Her enthusiasm for this trip hasn't diminished and she definitely wants to go see the Eyes' home, despite the fact that you all were nearly crushed to death by a giant, though that can't be said for some of her employees. You're just glad she's all right and you're within reach of your destination.

It doesn't take too long to get to Fort Everwatch. It wasn't anywhere near Fort Defiance once stood though so its just as well that you didn't go that way. Everwatch isn't particularly large or fancy, but it does look like it was built to stand the test of time. The interior is just as utilitarian Other than symbols of an eye adorning various parts of the fort, it actually reminds you of an old Empire fort. You can't help but feel at home here despite only just entering the place.

You are brought to a great hall area and Crowley says he's going to fetch the Vision Lord. In the meantime he's tells you all to stay here, but feel free to look around.

"This is pretty exciting, I hope they'll let us take something back from this place." Jennifer says while looking at the various plaques.
"Anything's possible I suppose, but they don't look like they're much into luxuries. The only decorations here seem to be dedicated to their fallen like these plaques or those eye symbols…oh wait, they seem to have battle trophies as well, check out that giant's skull hanging high on the left wall." You remark still feeling a little wary of things.

Eventually Crowley comes back with who you guess to be the Vision Lord. The Vision Lord doesn't look particularly impressive despite his name though it is certain by the scars on his face he is no stranger to battle. You were expecting him to be a lot older though as it stands he looks about your age…well not counting your five-century nap of course.

He stares at you, Jennifer and the rest for a moment and then he points to Jennifer.

"I'm guessing you and this lot come from the Nalin Republic."
"How did you know?" Jennifer asks.
"Where else would you come from? You're certainly not from one of the six cities of Arat. They're too busy with their petty squabbles. Besides, we've come across some of your type before wandering up here. A few of them even joined our group rather than head back down."
"You recruited our explorers?!" Jennifer says.
"Yes, if they showed promise and desired to join. I'm sure you might even bump into a couple of them in this place assuming you haven't already. Now you on the other hand…you are very interesting. Your armor looks as if it comes from another time, you can cast magic with ease and I heard you fended off Snowtop all by yourself. That's a feat so impressive I can't imagine you are native to the Republic." the Vision Lord remarks and points to you.
"What I find interesting is this place and from what I can tell by your commemorations of the your fallen, you feel keeping history is important. So tell me, did Warrick have this fort built or was it sometime after his death?" you say causing some eyebrows to raise.
"You know of Vision Lord Warrick then? Not many outside our order know our founder. How did you come across this information?"
"Easy. We were practically siblings. He was an Eternal, just like I am. He wasn't a Vision Lord back then, just a Sightmaster, though I guess he felt the need to assign himself a higher title. Doesn't matter. I'm just glad to see another piece of the old Empire still alive, even if it has taken a very different form."

With this response the Vision Lord steps back and the other Eyes now begin whispering amongst themselves.

"So, the rumors are true. An Eternal does walk the earth again and it is indeed the one Vision Lord Warrick mentions in his writings. As you might expect we don't get much news this way and we don't venture too far from here, let alone Rask. In fact the few recruits we manage to get are probably our biggest source of new information. Tell me, how is it that you live?"

You explain the exact situation as vaguely as you did to Jennifer and Quintus. The cataclysm struck suddenly, you were encased in a magic shell, etc. etc. and eventually Jennifer's crew dug you up.

"I see. How unfortunate that you came in contact with the Republic first, but then I suppose it's better than being stuck in a magic coffin. Still, you're here now and I believe you will find a better home here." The Vision Lord remarks.
"What?"
"I'm inviting you to stay with us. Come now. This Order was founded by an Eternal I'm somewhat familiar with their mindset based on the writings of Vision Lord Warrick. I can only imagine the dull tedium you've endured in the Republic. How have you managed to occupy your time?"
"Do not presume you know me based on the writings of Warrick. Truth be told, he didn't exactly create the Eyes, at least not in their original form. The Eyes were originally created by this woman's great ancestor Jacob Mol." You say pointing to Jennifer.

The Vision Lord nods his head a bit.

"Apologies. I did not mean to offend. And if as you say this lady's ancestor had a hand in creating the Eyes then we've been doubly blessed by the presence of her as well. However, I do believe that you were and still are a man of battle and war. And again I can't imagine those things being in great supply in the Republic. Surely you would enjoy living here instead. You would be great asset in our own war of extermination of the wendigo. We could certainly use the help."

This is a sudden offer and certainly one you weren't expecting. The strange thing is it isn't out of the question either. A few days ago you were just going on about to Jennifer about how you were restless in the Republic even with your efforts to help restructure it into a new empire. A glorious undertaking to be sure, but one you've had doubts about recently.

Now this opportunity is certainly less impressive, but there's something alluring about its simplicity. All you would have to concern yourself with is the battle. The war. The victories over your enemies in melee combat. You'd even live in a place that's much comfortable to you.

Of course there's also Jennifer to think about, but while your relationship with her is blooming into something more romantic what future do you have with her really? She's not even like Alison in that she's a warrior and can truly connect with you on some level even if she does make the attempts.

There's also the fact that you've been worried about her the whole trip. Will you continue to worry about her and allow that to be a weakness to be exploited? If she's killed will you go through the same emotional ruin you did when Alison was murdered? Do you even want to deal with any of that again?

You tell the Vision Lord that you and he are going to have to discuss this all in more detailed before you make a decision. Jennifer looks concerned when you say this, but doesn't say anything. The Vision Lord says that while you and he talk, the rest of your group can rest up or feel free to explore as there is nothing of major value and he trusts nobody would be foolish enough to steal anything.

You speak with the Vision Lord (who reveals his name is Kells) for quite awhile on the current situation of his order as well as the history of this place and Rask in general. He also remarks about how the Eyes are so hated and feared by the wendigo. As you might've guessed magic is in play, but only to a minor degree. Over the centuries the Eyes have managed to focus their minds to create shields against wendigo mental attacks along with being able to banish them to oblivion. (Still vulnerable to normal death through wendigo hosts obviously though)

After your discussion he tells you that he'll leave you to your decision, but that he hopes you'll stay. You then speak with Jennifer about your situation; naturally she wants you to return with her and explains all reasons why. You end up sleeping on the offer and pondering everything some more, but ultimately the decision is up to you.

You voices of the past (Writings of Vision Lord Warrick)

While you're trying to make up your decision on whether or not to stay here or not, you end up walking around fort and bumping into Kells again. He holds a small old worn book in his hand and holds it out to you.

"What's this?" you ask.
"This is the journal of the first Vision Lord Warrick and your fellow Eternal." Kells says.

You have a sudden feeling that you've done this before…

You take the book and it would seem that at least the Eyes took better care of Warrick's private journal than the numerous collectors (including Quintus) did with Brenda's since the pages aren't falling out.

"Normally only the Vision Lord is allowed to read through it, but under the circumstances, I believe you have just as much right seeing as you knew the man. You're probably thinking that I'm trying to influence you with nostalgia and you'd be right, but I think if you read through the book, you'd see how the Eyes have kept the spirit of the Empire alive and that ultimately you belong here with us. I'll leave you to your decision." Kells remarks and leaves you alone.

Seeing as you could take your mind off of your current dilemma you figure you might as well scan through the journal. You don't quite have the feeling of "snooping" through Warrick's privacy like you did with Brenda. Perhaps because you've gotten used to the fact that they've been dead for centuries and they aren't going to care what you do.

While Warrick's journal is in much better condition than Brenda's, it still displays a lot of wear and tear probably from too much handling. Honestly if these people really honored their predecessors so much you'd think they'd take better care of these things!

Apparently Warrick was "lucky" enough to be near the Rask border when the cataclysm hit. He mentions that he barely survived the magic acid storms that engulfed the northern part of Quala. Rask wasn't doing too much better, but at least severe ice storms were better than acid falling out of the sky.

He goes on to mention that during the cataclysm the magic barrier that contained the wendigo was destroyed and the evil spirits ran amok throughout Rask. Entire towns were cannibalizing each other before Warrick could scrap together what remained of the military and the Eyes. He mentions being fortunate that several Empire mages escaped to Rask and they were able to combat the wendigo menace.

Still, it was never enough, even driving the hungry spirits away was only a temporary solution, there were only a few mages to outright banish them and that always took a lot of energy. And wendigos weren't the only threat. Ogres and giants also took advantage of the chaos.

Still Warrick wasn't going to be deterred in his mission to hold together Rask since for all he knew it was all that remained of the Empire. Quala was still too dangerous to travel through and he had heard no news.

One passage gets your attention.

Entry 34

Another wendigo attack and lost another good soldier today. Still the fact that I only lost one makes it a good day. The fact that the mages actually managed to banish the bastard makes it even better.

I have still heard no news from any higher command. I was hoping that my Eternal brother who serves by the Emperor's side would have contacted me by now, but sadly I fear that he along with the Emperor may not have survived this terrible disaster. I can hardly believe it. I always thought he'd outlive all of us. At this point I'd even tolerate Brenda's hostile condemnations towards me, at least then I'd know she was still alive.

I may very well be the last Eternal, but I will not be the last Eye and if I can help it, Rask will not be the last bastion of the Empire. We've lost too much already. Even now several towns have fallen here and only a handful of huddled masses remain in the more secured ones.

The Eyes have always been the ones to keep the Empire together and if they're going to continue doing that they are going to have to change to combat the wendigo threat more effectively. They are going to have to learn magic and fortunately we have mages to teach them. It isn't going to be easy, and most are probably not going to be able to learn at all, but I do know if one has the potential, then it can be done.

This task, this great work, this VISION is going to take years, possibly even more than I have, but someone will take over for me and that person after that and so forth.

We will live on for as long as the Eyes survive, the Empire will survive.

You close the book and reflect upon the words within.