Of The Four

Magic lives in us all, from the first gasp of air, deep into our bones. It has always and forever will. Deep within the rivers and in the soul of the trees, it lives. Some, have felt the power, most have went without. But the few that breathe in the power, well, they have been blessed beyond measure. Some have used the given power to help the world heal from its unmistakable wounds, and some have used their given power to slice into the depths of the world. As the stories have told, in the villages and cottages of the earth.

At the banks of the great ocean, stood a hobbled man and his keep, battered with scars from the wars of long ago. His long white braided hair, and long beard were just merely a hint of his wisdom. He brought the front of heroic battles, forged many new laws of the age, and his memory was stamped into the earth by many moons of challenges. If you stumbled into his pleasant doorway, you would not leave without a story and some mead. You would sit on the hand hewn bench, with a cobbled stein, as he would sit at the head chair, covered in furs. He would lay his cane on the side, and sip on the mead. The mead homemade, and strong as like him and his age. He would swirl it gently; he would look up from his cup at the guest who sat in his humble keep, finishing the drink and set down his cup and the fire grew inside the home, "At the beginning of the lands and the oceans, the Gods sat four brothers on the throne. Their name's long forgotten." Travel to the highlands, swept into a magical world. From the high peaked mountains to the depths of the Great Ocean. Follow the quest of Tavish the great and his promise to his love Seren of the Ocean. His duty to his Kingdom, and to his wife.