It has been a long, difficult journey, but at last, you have made it to the peak of Windsong Mountain. As you crest the top, Teles rushes forward through the snow, able to move a little faster as, somehow, you no longer have to trudge through powder up to your thighs. She stands amongst the whipping winds, looking around at the worn stones peaking from the drifts.

"This is the spot I saw!"

She calls back to the rest of you as you move to catch up. She steps forward between two of the stones, placing a paw on them as she looks around.

"There’s nothing here… No monster…"

Her voice is getting harder to hear, and her form harder to see as the winds begin to howl. You have to shield your eyes as the flakes whip across your vision.

"That’s good…"

Her voice echoes back to you, and the squall’s strength grows, leaving the peak in front of you a bitterly cold sea of white. You can barely see a few feet in front of you. Your party tries to move to where you saw Teles, to find her again in the blizzard. But as you make it to where she stood, you find nothing.

As you stand, looking frantically for Teles, you hear something moving in the snow. Squinting through the flurry, you see a blue glow above you. A head lowers down in front of you, a glowing blue mouth full of rows and rows of sharp teeth, and no eyes. The snows calm for just a moment, and the large serpentine form becomes clear in front of you as the pale beast lets out an ear piercing shriek.

Face the Monster

A thousand snowflakes, a blinding flurry.
A cold blue glow, a confounding fog.
A tall mountain’s peak, a lonely shrine.
A monster, a group of brave Xaaidans.
A fight lost, a grave.
Vahk’asha’s eyes flew open.

His Ikka looked at him worriedly, nudging him gently as he broke out of his meditation. His gaze traveled to the mountain range, settling on the spot of Windsong Mountain.
Quickly, he rushed to Kizis and the rest of the Elders.
When he spoke to the Elders, their memories seemed hazy. They recalled someone gathering a group to take a pilgrimage to Zuggabug perhaps. It was someone non-descript; so unmemorable that they struggled to recall. At least it seemed that way? And now that they discussed it, they hadn’t seen that group come back.
Vahk’asha told them what they must do.
Cíntwe had been dormant for too long, and now he knew why. But they could prevent this tragedy.

The Elders stand before a hastily gathered meeting in the East Isle Village. Adults and kids alike stand amongst the crowd, worriedly looking at their Elders.
Kizis explains that a group of Xaaidans has been tricked and led up Windsong Mountain by a monster. She tells the Islanders that there would be no time to make it up the mountain to help them directly, but that there is something those at home can do to help.
Vahk’asha steps forward, informing the crowd of the guardian Cíntwe. They were the Wind Guardian of the Island. He knew that the Islanders had heard of them, but knows that their memories of Cíntwe may be hazy right now, thanks to the Siren. Cíntwe could help, but they would have to call them. Cíntwe responded to song and dance.
They could help those on the mountain, before tragedy befell them.

Summon the Winds