Fractured Bonds of Eld

You stand in the cavernous nave of the Cathedral of St. Oswin in the hillfort town of Thunorwic, its squat granite pillars engraved with twisting dragons entwined around fairy rings and elven sentinels standing vigil over dwarven anvils amid orc battlefields. The atmosphere thickens with the sharp resinous smoke from swinging brass censers and the subtle brine of preserved herbs laid out for ritual blessings, as faint echoes of Gregorian chants from the upper galleries underscore the growing murmurs from below. You've trekked from the coastal steadings at the insistent call of Bishop Eadmund, a stooped scholar-priest whose ink-stained fingers clutch a crumbling codex foretelling the unmaking of old pacts, to unravel a dire unraveling: the sudden fracturing of a primordial oath sworn between the gods and the elder races, which now stirs titans from their earthen tombs and loosens elementals from their veiled domains, risking a cascade of incursions that could drown the realm in chaos.