“Gathering what else I could, I came to Distontay and to the City of Ebony where I found hope of new birth as a smith of steel. But such trade bores me as it requires not the skill of a shard smith, and I have lost interest.
-Nobaph, the Shard Smith
“Well, Mr Fauldon, as you said: I brought you here from another place, just as Grevious was once brought…”
-Sir Knowington, from Fauldon’s Dream and the Karier of the Task, Scene XI
Blind, bitter, and poor did the man shiver amidst the cold and biting wind. The homesteads of Albannik were bunkered for the night and the harshest winter for all they knew. The lonely mountain peek’s town was accustom to winter, but not what they had come to call the Winds of Raigor. From the eastern lands did these winds come–swiftly and like a wolf pack to an abandoned calf. Devouring and relentless did the winds turn color to white, to blue, to death. None could escape it–only cling desperately to life in prayers that it should pass.
“Do not judge by the cover. Dare yourself to its content–no preconceived thoughts, no demands, no judgement. For what is a wall if not encompassing a room? What of a man’s appearance if not for his actions? The cover is just that: a cover. Be it hiding a trap or protecting a fortress–its content is what is meant to be contemplated, dissected, and thoroughly wrought–and maybe, just maybe, appreciated.”
-the Historian, the Master Archivist and nephew of Kalian