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3. The Captain. Tyberius.    On deck, Ty stood rubbing his temples. “Why my ship? She could have thrown herself at any of those ships in the docks.”    His first mate, the pirate with the golden hair smiled at his captain and older brother, “She clearly knows quality when she sees it.” He joked, making Ty roll his eyes over to look at him, so he added, “That and we were the only ship leaving port at the time. She needed a quick escape and we were it. Pure luck and coincidence.”    Ty watched Jerard shrug and shake his head, “I wish I had your optimism but the fates are never that kind. I fear Je

2. The Witch. Amiera.    What was that?    Something flew overhead. It was hard to see, moving too fast over the narrow streets that provided little to no view of the horizon. Everyone around had their eyes on the sky.    “Was that an airship?”    “No, it moved too fast!”    Voices rang out three at a time and with each new voice, Amiera could hear the tone of panic rise. Though the sun hung high above her, she pulled her hood tighter around her head and her scarf around her face as more and more people gathered, and ducked into a side street. She grew nervous in a crowd, her past experiences with large groups

1. The Stone Cessney.   Morning dawned on the human city of Moonridge, the warm sunlight flooded the narrow streets that were already a buzz of merchants and bakers. The air was a mix of warm spices, sweet smells and steam coming from machines and factories. Added to that was a breeze that blew in from the harbour, bringing with it the smell of salt and the sea. The breeze carried all the way up to the library, a large, round building, doubling as both a study for mages and as an apothecary. It’s practitioner, Pallan, was an old wizard with large crows feet in the corners of his eyes and a long, grey beard. With his many years of expe