So they learn.

“The straight line of the circle is easier to follow than one would think” proclaimed the Sage to those students who would one day record the world.

The yellow fox and the Clúanaire [archived].

Of the many things in the world to which one should be made aware, there are some, rare and half forgotten which should never fade from memory. They live and linger near and far from folk of every walk of life regardless of whose banner their land falls under. Only the Sages know for certain, but outside them it is almost lost to the noise of new importance. Until trials and tribulation come as can be seen in the land of Roves.

To wake.

There are lessons to be learned from some cults of ages passed. Some whose time has come or will one day, or had been before the age of far flung legend was young or in a time one day to be.

The rings.

From deep in memory lost long before the dream of life had sprung, so those mists were skies of clear and ever present blue.

In hopes of waking.

It was a nightmare all at once. One not apparent on first viewing as the worst of such horrors go.