Legacy of the Distant Lords
A cool blue twilight descends on the city as you step onto the street.
The bustle has lessened considerably since you ducked inside. The bankers and money lenders have all retired to their suppers and the merchants in the market are closing their stalls. In the distance you see the land gently rise into the night sky, the flickering lights of smaller towns and villages wink into existence against the cerulean twilight of the year’s first phase. While you know these places are dozens of leagues away, you feel as if you could reach out and grasp them with your hand. The land begins to curve further and further over your head as only a few settlements are visible through numerous cloud banks and the glare of their coming dawn. Your vision finally falls on the luminescent, form of the great crystal gate. The aqua tone has almost completely passed across its surface, like a lid closing over a great eye. While you stand enraptured by the cool light for a few moments, a thought begins to fester at the back of your mind. It is time to go. Even though many are beginning to refer to this era as the age of enlightenment, it is still not safe to linger in the streets alone at night.