And in the coming of the Demon Krym the fall of the weaver has begun. If anyone should find this note and my child he is the last. Please keep him safe in this time of darkness. Raise him in the way of the arcane and the powers of the dream weaver shall come through in their time. The gods have abandoned us, but not him. His name is Beta his legacy is Tantum Exordium, only the beginning.
((This is not going to be your average rp. a young fox has been left at the college of arcane studies and in the care of it's teachers. Take your roles and raise him for the good of anthro kind or for personal gain. But remember a child learns through what he see's. The way you teach me will direct life and the way I interact with you and others. The fate of the world may rest in your hands for no one knows the power of the once great Dream Weavers. and remember Tantum Exordium))
- lays curled up on the steps of the College the warm breeze brushing in off the sea, the flowers blooming in the bright sun. I stir lightly as you and the few others gathered read the note left with me. I am no more than ten and though there is a magical presence about me nothing seems greater than any other magically atuned anthro-
(oh yeah, im back. and yay! kibster is here! NOW its an RP!)
