Which is the greater magic; that which can sink a castle into the earth or that which can make the world's greatest sandwhich?
On his thirty-fifth birthday Akribus paid a wealth of coin for the greatest weapon ever forged by men or Gods.
A society in which people believe that the hundreds of stars that dot the sky are the dreams of the sleeping. When the sun goes down, and the people of the world rest, the dreams begin to seed the sky, disappearing in the morning as the populace awakes once more. It could be just a folk tale, or it could be real...