*The sun slowly sets over the lush Tursan Valley, Kalgar glances out from his personal balcony and admires the last flickering rays of light set behind the Mountain Peaks of Northern Ancien.
Out of the corner of his eye he notices a large owl swoop in and drop a letter on the desk behind him, curiously he turns to look at it and notices a letter with the seal of The NightLeaf Coven. As the owl takes for flight from his desk the neatly stacked pile of notes and ledgers go flying in a mighty gush of wind. Scowling, Kalgar shakes his fist at the bird and shouts out loudly “Dingo, grab my bow! This bloody owl has made a mess of things!“
After spending the afternoon sorting through the mess, Kalgar stumbles upon an old leather bound journal documenting the fragments of lore regarding The Last Crusades of Phaionios & Armozel. The snippets of military reports and ancient maps offer vauge insights into a chapter of history long lost to the passage of time.*
So continues The Eternal Crusade…
