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Featuring Alaric and Arthfael Late Autumn, year 757 of the New Age Borders of Blackwood Alaric     Alaric shivered. The last breaths of autumn were dying, and winter was coming with antlers bared. His hadn't dropped yet, but would soon, and he would be without defense. Without defense, in Blackwood, in mountains that Alaric had never known, with foes he had never met. Wolves, bears, mountain lions- and though Alaric was large in Silverthorne, he would be dwarfed by any Blackwood with mettle. It was not a comfortable thought for the young soldier. He was as yet inexperienced, he knew this. His little patrolling and his lion would not prepar

    Who could conceive that Death and Dreams could come through roses, and Hope could have wings?    The world is young, and magik thrives, while the land passes through the last of its birth-pains. As disasters, frequent and destructive, destroy regions, new systems are born from the rubble- a cycle of rebirth still in its beginnings, before it has become weary and heavy with age. Carnage and verdant growth echo one another in living beauty. The people of this world have captured the joy of its discovery- new lands, new beasts and plants, are found every day as every day the people push further, look deeper. It is in this way that the Magik

(Copper and Red are sheltering beneath the stable eaves, caught out in a sudden downpour during work. Both are soaked and very muddy- Copper is smeared with goopy mess, and Red’s plumage is downright sodden with dirty rainwater. The torrent clears, however, and the girl and the gryphon venture forth from their shelter. As she is continuing her work, a few cadets arrive- probably to fool around in the grounds. Normally Copper is well away before the cadets arrive, but the rain has kept her, and the white plaster walls of the courtyard are again streaked and brown. The cadets of course see her scrubbing in the corner, and cannot resist a