The Promised Land

The weary traveller trod upon the last steep stones of the hillock, reaching at last the gentle crest of the flowing ridge. He lifted his gaze, and the sight that greeted him took his breath away. The picturesque environs, the undulating greens and meandering rivers. He'd arrived at the promised land at last.

Casting aside his worries, he set to making good the time lost in the foggy haze of Soa. His friends had arrived some time ago, and there they were, with their addiction to Cagerissimus sated for the time being. Everyone was basking in the warm glow of the sun. Plans, plans and yet more plans. Twas indeed the season to be jolly.

In a moment of indecision, he turned his head back whence he had come from. Therein loomed the mountains of Soa. Shrouded in mist as they were, its dark malevolence was hardly concealed. Remember the brave knight that succumbed to the rabid beast that they called Facct. His bravery and chivalry would be immortalised in tales and sung by bards, but the chilling fact remained: The beast had not yet been conquered. It would not be long before its reach extended to this pristine utopia, a dark stain on the land of Smu.

Wiping the involuntary tear from his eyes, he resolved to focus his energies on the dark runes of the magi, the ancient wizards of Soa that inhabited the 5th spire of Asoc.

He reflected, "in the meantime, it's me, me and myself."

"The inner demons can wait."