The Binding loosens ... the mountains crack open, red fire streams out, and from the fissures, soaring through the smoke, flame-winged dragons fly, free after so long imprisoned in the lightless deeps.
In Tantir, ill is spoken of those who speak well of magic. But now all the old kings are dead, and you and your friends, their heirs, have been bequeathed realms decimated... [click here for more]
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