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The night following the events in the Grey Garrison, each of you receives a dinner invitation requesting your presence at the Xavier Estate.

This post assumes you all agree and arrive.

When you arrive at the estate you notice that it has seen better days. Half the grounds are barren, ash filled pits, evidence of the recent troubles of the city. The main manner somehow escaped the desolation that claimed much of the surrounding area. A slightly older man meets you are the door. He smiles in greetings.

Greetings honored guests. The Lord Xavier is currently in prayer in the main chapel and requests that you await him in the gallery. Shall I take you coats? He hangs each offered coat in a coat room. This way please. As you are lead through you the house you notice all the usual trappings of old money; large portraits, stone carved busts of both sexes, suits of armor polished to shine even though they have probably never been worn.

Arriving in the gallery the first thing you notice this room seems to be more recently decorated than the rest. Here among the display cases home to various collectibles from around the Worldwound are stacks of books.

Oh what a mess. The young Master has been at this all night. He’s driven as I have never seen. comments the older man off hand. A moment passes before Maximillian rushes through the door, seemingly lost in thought.

“ Young Master, your guests . . . Maximillian nods in his direction but doesn’t look up from the book he is consumed with. Of course George, right after this book.

Maximillian Cornelius Xavier the 3rd! The older man barely raises his voice but the effect of Maximillian is instant. His head snaps up and finally takes in the room. Oh. Is it that time already? He asks sheepishly.

Come my friends, he looks around at the mess of books. Oh . . . He begins to fruitlessly move stacks of book around. After a moment or two he gives up the mighty quest of cleaning. Let’s remove ourselves to the dining hall. I am sure dinner is almost ready and there is much to discuss.

He quickly leads you into the adjoining room, which is dominated by a large oak table. The walls of the room are covered in banners and tapestries of all kinds, ranging from starscapes to historical scenes.
Sit anywhere you’d like, except for the darkwood chair at the head, which is my father’s seat, no one sits there. He takes a seat to the right of the aforementioned chair. After you have all settled servants begin bringing in various trays of food. It is all above common fair, but not what you would have expected to be served. It is common working class food, meat stew and bread, with small beer or watered wine.

Apologies for the standard of food this evening. I have sent everything else from the stores to be spread among the survivors of the city. I’m sure you have been dying to know why I invited you here no? The visions my friends. Surely you experienced them when we shattered the wardstone of the Grey Garrison. He takes a moment to take a small sip of water and open the tome he was carrying to a page he had marked.

I have been looking into shared visions and the history of the Wardstones ever sense. The visions were true! This is a rare tome from the oldest section of the city. It gives a detailed account of the creation of the Wardstones. How the Heavens sent a powerful being to aid the mortals in their creation and use. He pushes the tome aside and drops another in its place. This is a crusaders account of the attack of the Storm King of Iz and how he struck the Wardstone before being driven out. It’s all true. My friends do you know what this means? he asks leaning forward. We are agents of the divine.