“Before the Lion that Weeps swept down and conquered the nations of Ahrasune, Maharan, and Nhaga-resh, there existed a small monastery in the hills of Dharadin.” The Talespinner throws a handful of powder into the fire, which roars to life for but a moment, sending flames of green dancing about. “The order that dwelled within the monastery were simply referred to as the Talamursa, or “Eaters of the Leaf”. These monks spent much of their time in silent contemplation, recording the visions that were granted to them after conducting a ceremony which focused around consuming the leaves from a sacred tree that grew at the heart of their monastery. Few records of the leaves describe them as being white as the pale moon, with veins of blue-silver. It is believed that this tree was one of a kind, and thrived nowhere else. For hundreds of years, the princes of Maharan made a pilgrimage upon their ascension to the throne, to sit at the feet of the wise monks, and they received a...