[
  {
    "id": 718,
    "name": "1. Unknown Territory",
    "level": 80,
    "story": 155,
    "goals": [
      {
        "active": "Meet with Anise in Divinity's Reach before heading to Moon Camp.",
        "complete": "I traveled to Divinity's Reach to meet with Countess Anise. The Astral Ward had set up a portal between the city and Moon Camp—one of their outposts stationed at the southernmost edge of Janthir. That's going to be our base of operations for this mission. Anise warned me that the accommodations were a little grand, but I've come to expect a degree of theatrics when it comes to the Astral Ward.\n\n***"
      },
      {
        "active": "Get your bearings in Janthir.",
        "complete": "When I stepped through the portal to Moon Camp, Malice was waiting for me. She was already taking in her new surroundings, soaking up every bit she could. To my surprise, Caithe was by her side. She explained that she was joining us on Dagonet's order; a diplomatic gesture, I'm sure. Part of me suspects she needed an adventure, especially after Aurene went to sleep. I don't know that anyone from Destiny's Edge could be comfortable with a desk job.\n\nThe two of them were chatting with Vanak, a representative from the Astral Ward I briefly fought beside in Amnytas. Before getting acclimated, they told me Frode wanted to speak with me alone. I found him in his temporary office, tired and hunched over a desk, manning the Tyrian acclimation efforts.\n\nSince everything came to fruition—the Tyrian Alliance and this sudden mission to enter Janthir under the guise of diplomacy —I'd been waiting for the other boot to drop. Everything lined up a little too well. Frode asked if I'd heard of Waiting Sorrow while I was helping the Astral Ward fight the Kryptis. The name sounded familiar, and he reminded me that she was the one who had crafted the Heart of the Obscure. Former leader of the Bastion of the Celestial, as I recall. She's been missing for two centuries and supposedly hiding among the kodan in Janthir.\n\nIsgarren dubbed her a \"villain,\" but Frode warned me that Isgarren's assumptions were contested by Dagda. He also stressed that even with our newly revealed ulterior motive, the lowlanders would still make for ample allies to the alliance. It would be a productive mission regardless of whether we find our target.\n\nBefore turning me away, he gave me what intel he could: These kodan are nomadic, building for a hundred or so years and then moving elsewhere in the region when the time suits them. And they're suspicious of magic. Good to know.\n\nAfter my enlightening chat with Frode, I returned to the others. Before setting out into the wilds to get our first real taste of Janthir, Vanak showed us around Moon Camp and shared what details about the region they could. Rumors of an abandoned mursaat city somewhere on the isles and remnants of the White Mantle; beasts of the wild and thick, dense forest. I had a feeling that Janthir would be dangerous, and the ward's intel confirms it.\n\nWhen we were done with the tour, Malice, Caithe, and I departed Moon Camp and made our way into the thick of the woods. Ancient. A little frightening. Peaceful.\n\nAnd then we were ambushed by a pack of wolves and valravn—regional pests. A warm welcome.\n\n***"
      },
      {
        "active": "Track down the source of the distress call.",
        "complete": "After quelling the threats, we navigated further into the forest. We caught an Astral Ward signal—a distress call. A couple of ward scouts were being attacked by something, and that something sounded big. We followed their trail, defending against attacking creatures as we made our way through the trees.\n\nWhen we eventually caught up to the two Astral Ward members, they were fighting for their lives against a strange beast. A warclaw, I think? I didn't think they left the Mists.\n\nBefore we could make a dent in the beast, a hunting party of kodan hurried into the fray. The allies we'd been seeking came right to us. Their leader motioned for us to halt, directing us to calm the beast by other means. She gave us a salve to do so, and to our surprise, it worked.\n\nOnce everything in the clearing had settled and the beast was calm, the lowlander inspected the two Astral Ward members. She cautiously introduced herself as Barbed Vale and offered to guide us to their village before dusk; the forest would become even more dangerous after sunset.\n\nHer underlings quietly and carefully watched us as we departed for the village.\n\n***"
      },
      {
        "active": "Accompany the kodan back to their settlement.",
        "complete": "We followed Barbed Vale back to the village, which wasn't too lengthy a march. The warclaw, or \"journeykin\" as the lowlanders call them, got itself a little spun up as we went. We managed to calm it down just in time to reach the gates of Harvest Den, the lowlander village.\n\nBarbed Vale led me to a pen for the journeykin and handed me some concoction to feed it. The creature's demeanor finally calmed enough to let me to stand close. Guess we could all use a touch of food when the mood sours.\n\nAs the journeykin settled into its pen, another voice interrupted us. Stoic Alder, the Claw of the lowland kodan, looked from Barbed Vale to us and asked our purpose. His introduction was brief, guiding us straight toward the biggest lodge at the heart of the village. Likely that haste was to keep his people calm—or maybe it was to keep his unexpected visitors in line.\n\nHe guided us inside their assembly hall, right into the thick of their own council meeting. Like ripping a bandage from a fresh wound, he introduced us as the Tyrian Alliance. The rest of the council was skeptical; whatever conversation they'd been in the middle of when we entered was now silent. One of the younger kodan mentioned something about \"strangers among lands.\" When I offered intel on the Kryptis, Stoic Alder shook his head. If I had to guess, whatever they're dealing with is a different threat, and they're not quite ready to share.\n\nWhatever that threat may be, I did what I came to do: I offered them a place in the Tyrian Alliance. Allies in a world where friends are critical. The Claw seemed less than enthused; perhaps not hostile, but not especially interested so far. It wasn't the time or place.\n\nAfter conversation died down, he invited us to meet the rest of the village council and get to know the village firsthand. The lowlanders seem to operate under one leader, their Claw, who is themself advised by several heads of established disciplines, or \"masters.\" So far, I've met Graced by Fire, the warclaw or \"journeykin\" master; Fading Aurora, the healing master; Wry Lichen, the lore master; and Barbed Vale, the spear master. I was also introduced to the Claw's son, Poised Arrow, or \"Poky,\" whose self-assured demeanor almost makes me miss the naïve confidence of youth. His father tasked him with showing us around the village, an experience I'm sure will be as eventful as it is informative."
      }
    ]
  }
]