Conyberry Falls to the Wheel

Who knows the course of the Turning of the Wheel? Is Conyberry being returned to the earth or is it being reborn from its own ashes?

The town has been abandoned by its original citizens. Valuables have been abandoned in homes. There have been fires. Cloud giants have rained massive stones from the skies. Goblins roam the streets, looting the remains. The Wheel works to wash Conyberry away.

But, even as Conyberry decays, the Turning of the Wheel plots its rebirth. There are agents of The Snail, the Zhentarim. They work to establish a position in his name at the keep in Conyberry. The keep was previously home to Lady Nander, dead now since before the stones rained down.

I would not be surprised if this Snail spells the end of the unfettered freedom citizens of the Vale enjoy today. I believe the Zhentarim seek to impose a flavour of tyranny upon the west. I cannot yet be sure.

Their foolish arrogance led them, a scouting party, to attack us and they paid for that with their blood. Were we as foolishly arrogant to let Kalla the Decietful flee? She has paid for her arrogance with her hand, taken by Miles. What will our price be?

We brought her partner back to Tempered Vale. I will throw him at their feet and to their mercy. Our charge against him is dubious and he will likely be released.

I do not seek justice this way. I have no faith in the justice of civilizations, cities or kings, but the fastest way to reveal the bones is to throw the corpse to the scarabs. Perhaps, in this churn, truths of Snail's intentions will be revealed.

Excerpted from The Peregrine Chronicles as compiled from the detritus of history by Vederuun the Collector.

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