I find that people either love Atrophinius for his drunken ways or hate him and wish he would stop talking so they get on with the killing.  The satyr has had a rough journey getting to where he is today, shifting allegiances and even a bad case of death have gotten between him and his precious mead, but now he stands before us, cup of Fae Wassail in hand, a champion of his people. So how did a drunk rise to such prominence within the Fae community and where could this path possibly be leading him?

Ever wonder why the Mathosian Empire crumbled and allowed the Shade War to befall Telara? How about the identity and story of Shyla, Grand Lady of the High Elves? Keep reading to find out why.