Intro - A Tavern In Another Time: Across years of time, in a warm tavern surrounded by a beautiful summer night, a young bard sings from a corner, entertaining those within with his cheery song. Children peek in through the window, giggling at him and those within. The bard turns his head, smirking, "What-haw! Some little goblins, up to raid the tavern!" Hopping out the window, he grabs one of them, laughing. The children squeak excitement and jump back. The child in the bard's arms squirms, "Uncle Raffs! That's not fair!" The bard laughs, shaking his head, "No it's not, little goblin! However..." He puts his nephew down, kneeling to the children's height and grinning. "If you little ones are having trouble sleeping... I could tell you a tale..." He winks at them, and they nod. "Swords! Swords and action!" One pipes up, the girl behind him - a bit older, grins, "I want to hear a SCARY story!" The younger female shakes her head, "No... I want to hear something romantic!" The bard's nephew looks up at him, "Well I want to hear something with magic in it... lots of magic... a-and a good ending!" Raffs grins, leading them all inside the tavern. "Oh, yes. I think I have just the story. It includes all those things... and it goes..." Grabbing some powder from his pack, he tosses it into the fire, which turns blue. "...like this." -Ruins of the Dragon Lord- Chapter 0: The Road Begins The pale flames at the fireplace dance as fading white ghosts, their light and heat barely needed or noticeable in this temperate summer evening. The atmosphere is dry and empty, as there are very few patrons at the inn; however, their chatter is enough to give the place the feel of a crowded hall. These days, it seems everyone is talking about some thing or another in Meadowvale... A blond-haired, clean-shaven man affably swaps good-natured jokes, tales and gossip with a few other patrons, very clear in being the town's minstrel. The owner of the inn, a middle-aged woman who has retained her great looks, walks around to dispense drinks, laughing at the jokes and adding her voice to a couple of song choruses here and there. Outside, an airship packs up, getting ready to leave. Their passengers now well-off, they wave farewell - and good luck. They, for one, will not stick around here any longer than usual. Night or no, the great House Lyrandar airship begins to rise, the ring of fire that was the bound elemental flaring up - the half-elven crew quickly leaving the area, out of Moru Country as fast as possible. As for our heroes, well... let's let them show themselves - how long they have been here, what they have been doing, and how they got here. Did you come on the now-leaving airship? Did they come by another route - already here, in the tavern where our story will begin? Have they been here forever?