Eiden Myr: A land in the shape of a man floating
upon the sea. A realm of jeweled plains where the wind keens in eerie
song, of nightstone mountains veined with whispers, of dark wet woods
and marshes where weird lights burn and weeping trees are older than memory.
It has been protected for generations by the practice of magecraft: wordsmiths,
illuminators, and binders working in triads to render castings with illuminated
manuscripts. At its storm-swept head is the fastness of the highest triadsthe