I had my players walking in the shadow of Krisa Yor and coming across mass slaughter by Dragonfire in the midst of a thick mist. They met a shaman who kept the spirits of Ormsgone Valley company who nonchalantly told them that "Krisa Yor dreams of the Dragonkill. He has done so for some weeks now..."
After this one player (who deliberately keeps himself ignorant of as much Gloranthan lore as possible and thus takes everything at face value) experienced a genuine feeling of helplessness in game terms, "what can we hope to do in a world where things like that exist?"
I loved the genuine nature of his despair. Gloranthan existential angst...
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