[Prologue]At an unknown hour of night, deep clouds dulled the light of the full moon - and a grey fog fell onto an embrace of the town.
When the belltower struck its last toll, a few screams pierced through the air. One came from the flower valley, and two within the town itself. Frightened mutterings turned to rumours of an apparition that walked the streets of the Seneschalty. Some speak tales of the figure entering the Spire's Library, and others refute that claim and say it entered the Southern Institute of the Arcane.
But all would come to find three new books left within .. three lessons for those willing to learn the arts.. . .. . .And for those touched by the dream sea (Waking Dreamer) and for those sat amongst the sisterhood came a half-remembered dream...
A chill that sank deep within your bones.A Dampness at your feet.A near blinding light of a lantern in your hand that dulls for only a moment to allow you to see a star-littered sky with constellations you do not recognise, and of most important note - the spires of a castle that stretch high into the night.
'Forget not thy disciplines mine sisters. I know thou will find thy way,'and you step forward, towards the castle. you will stop this war .. war? what war? ...
[A perched Raven] .. (Coming soon)
