It was the session of rains once more in the Lands of the Exiled. The ninth month has become plagued with storms that would last days as harsh winds and rains assaulted the earth. It is said that the rains and floods at times are so bad that even the Drow not leave the strongholds in the dark of the stormy nights. So our scene is set as the High Town tavern becomes crowded with those escaping the downpour. A fire is lit within the harth and a kettle began to boil. A soaked Galatea stands by the fire. Her cloak dripping as it dries on a peg. She sneezes and then comments jokingly, ”Well at least now we know that the blessings of Memnis are enough to deter the Drow.”
The high town tavern was quiet in the winter hush, as a familiar face pasted a wrinkled parchment to the message board. In scrawling, barely legible hand, it read: To the Magi, Sorcerers, Ritualist, Enchanters, and Druids of New Haven; As we all know, there is an abundance of magickal knowledge within this towns borders, and many of us can attest to be surrounded by what could easily be named the greatest magi our of age. But so too could we attest to the frustration and exhaustion incurred when that knowledge is scattered to the wind and inaccessible. As such, I propose that the magic users of New Haven come together to discuss terms of the incorporation of a group designed to protect and share magickal knowledge. A meeting will be held in the 3rd month of the new year to further discuss this proposal.