Scrying Late Dec 1748

*In Xurkhaz, Grash’s undead armies have been besieging the city of Uzgukar for 10 days now. But, you hear from Riswynn of the glorious first day, before Grash realized what was in store, when hundreds upon hundreds of zombies burned in the holy fire of the Bahrazel. Unfortunately, Grash learned his lesson, and retreated, settling in for a long siege. A few days ago siege weapons appeared on the horizon, and while no undead army can enter the city, the bombardment over the past two days has done considerable damage to the walls and the Hall of Ancestors in the center of Uzgukar. This morning, Murook and Riswynn led a sortie, aided by a deva messenger of the Bahrazel, called forth by Riswynn, and burned a dozen catapults. It will take time for Grash to rebuild, and for now the city is quiet, although Grash does not seem inclined to leave while Lubash remains hidden inside the palace.

*On the plains of Dunmar, the Battle of Tokra was fought on Dec 14th. Sura and her forces defeated the Chardonian battle mages, along with the remnant of Karnas’ army, although she suffered heavy casualties. Now, Havdar rides fast for Songara to fortify the border with Chardon against reprisals that are likely to come, while Sura rides south under banners of truce, to make her winter camp and protect the southern border of her new kingdom. Meanwhile, Nayan Karnas marches north, bringing with him Johar as a hostage, and spreading news that Sura is the servant of an evil hag. A few days ago, on Dec 21st, Sura sent a message wishing you the blessings of Sonkar on the Day of Atonement, and now with the holy month beginning, there will be between Dunmari until the festival of the sun on Jan 22nd, when the sun begins its northward journey.

In Chardon, Fausto’s tower remains a blank wall, impossible to perceive via scrying. But Fausto himself does travel, and yesterday afternoon Delwath spotted him, wandering the slums north of the Chasa, apparently looking for something, or someone. You see him again, later, leading a pair of seemingly sickly and drunken men, their arms scarred with purple lines, towards his tower. The next few days, he seems to spend holed up in his tower. With some careful scrying, you manage to get a few glimpses of the exterior: he seems to be receiving visitors, including several people you don’t recognize entering with servants carrying chests, and leaving alone and empty handed. But what might be happening in the tower, you cannot tell.