The sun rises on a new day, and as it rises into the sky, outshining the light of the two moons, it’s rays cast down upon the roofs and windows of the city of Maidenpool. The sprawling city, nestled in the hills next to the small lake from which it takes its name, is already awake; its forges burning, its markets preparing for a day of business, and noise can be heard even at a distance. The city is preparing for the upcoming summer solstice festival taking place in just a few weeks, and special care is being taken for this year the solstice coincides with the Godseye celebration; a rare calendar convergence that many across all of Tenera are taking as a sign of great things to come in the new year. As the morning business comes to a head, the gates of the city open. Farmers, hunters and craftsmen leave for the fields and forests while traders and travelers make their way into the city.
Among them are six individuals.
Two Gray Elves approach from the north, having crossed from the Fey Wilds, on a mission they discuss only between themselves.
An elf makes her way to the southern gate, coming over the low hills of the Gildlands, armed to the teeth, and seeking something new.
A Wildren comes over the hills in the east from lake country, eager to earn new glory in a new place.
A Spirit Folk comes south from the northwest from the border of Karamen, yearning to see the crown jewel of the country that neighbors her own.
A Human rides in from the west on a wide trade road, her horse and her bag laden with letters and packages of great importance, but of what importance she has yet to know.