What the Hell are The Chosen?

While the players were busy preparing for the upcoming Bogdug tournament, the NPCs of the game world were running around to face the incoming crisis. The world goes to sleep, that's what they were told by their respective gods.

And that alone was cause for concern.

What could this entail? Will the sun stop shining? Will the world stop turning? Nobody knows, and that's the unknown is the cause for irrational fear.

"Your majesty, the summit will start in a few days," King Carba's attendant reminded while serving him some morning tea.

"Sigh. What has the world come to?" King Carba worriedly grumbled. He already had enough problems to worry about, and now there's suddenly more.

What's more, this was truly a crisis that encompasses the entire continent of Basinfall, if not the whole world.

"Mason, the legal agreement we had with the Kingdom of Moolah. Bring me those documents," King Carba said without steering his focus away from his desk.