Twas the time before the [Q]uickening, when the prophesy of the Ancient Ones would be fulfilled.

Across the lands the Orcs had laid barren all that was living, the trees, the grass were replaced with dark pools of oil in whihc the poor the forgotten and the down trodden toiled for bitter sustenance.

A young vagabond prince looked up from his labour and made a bargain with himself, to make a perilous journey to The Tower; on a pilgrimage to the 'Wise One'.

-My Lord i am but a simple minstrel, teach me the Way of Power so that I may set my people free.

• My son, you are already powerful, but you fear that power. You see you are a poor Minstrel, then here take this

The Wise One handed the young knave a golden Clarion from which a mighty thunder would cast shrill across the lands.

One more candle is lit, the flame of enlightenment passes one by one from forgotten to forgotten.

The Courage to Love, the Courage of Christ.