Search for the golden fleece|mcyt

The books used to tell a tale of a sanctuary, a safe place or a haven for Origins. They spoke of lands lively and lush with wildlife, a home for any kind of Origin. A place where there were mountains tall enough to reach the clouds, fresh water that flows from the stream into large lakes, thickets of trees that provide a cool shade, soil rich enough to grow any type of plant life and grass fresh enough that animals would come from all over just to graze in its meadows.

Every Origin has heard of this tale, this myth of an oasis hidden from the vengeful eyes of mankind, this legend of a place shrouded from the poison of humans. Yet every travel attempt had failed in misery as the few who dared to adventure fell deep into the clutches of man's greed until eventually, the story became legend, the legend became myth, and the myth became nothing but an old wives tale.

However, there were few whose hopes were overflowed, whose determination was unmeasured, whose curiosity was contagious. These few decided to embark on a journey of a lifetime, a journey of discovery and magic. Enemies called it outrageous, impossible, and a suicide mission.

Our heroes simply called it a search for the golden fleece.