Eshtar Campaign

You are traders of the Yapurian coast on a voyage like any other. The Sarina Song, heavily laiden with casks of the finest olive oil of Insigid peninsula, ran into heavy seas and a storm of epic preportions on November 7th the 130th year in the reign of Phul the goddess of Disease and Decay. The storm was bad but the Sarina Song had seen worse. Unfortunately the lords of entrophy, greater gods of chaos, are granted access to this world given power by the chaos of the greatest of storms and manifest themselves in the form of titanic waves. One of these chaos lords, a wave 100' high, hit the tradeship amid ships, swamping it completely. The ship sank with all hands save the night guards and the helmsman. These handfull of survivors made their way to shore on pieces of debris tied together to form a makeshift raft. After a week of following the frigid near arctic coastline south you have seen naught but black rock, Ice, Snow and the ice blue ocean. You spend another week moving inland, living on berries and the occasional white bear. At last less than an hour before nightfall you come upon the ruins of a once great city. Piles of bricks are all that is left for as far as you can see in the twilight. You suddenly find yourselves faced with a structure that has been repaired. A small guard tower that was once part of a city wall has been kept up over the years. You see the flicker of firelight in the windows of this fifteen foot tall brick tower.