Many of the worlds woes can be laid at the feet of deranged, socially blind, and irresponcible wizards. The doddering old mage locked away in his tower, answerable to no one but himself is a hazard to himself and to those unfortunate enough to live close by. The Upright Society of Civic Mages plan to change this problem...one way or another.

All of the world is an adventure, and Aunt Queen, as she likes people to call her, has experienced alot of it. Old age has confined her to her home, and curio shop where she collects and sells cameos, books, and antiques.

An oval a full mile and a quarter in circumfrence, infield thick with dark grass, surrounded by white fences and stands enough to seat two thousand spectators. The smell of hay, horse sweat, and excitement is strong in the air...

Forget the white mare with swan wings, Spellshaper is a completely different kind of pegasus. He is a hell raising, head tossing, hot blooded beast with one driving passion...to race.

The most important horse race of the year is fast approaching, thousands are expected to attend. Too bad that the horse favored to win has gone missing...

Small bits of precious metal, and flawless jewels woven into the mane of a noble steed