Sun is rising. As it rises above the clouds it casts its rays upon a great city of white stone, laden with hues of silver and gold. This is capital to Silvercliff, arguably mightiest of kingdoms upon the world of Sophitia, land touched by the gods. The city springs into life after another peaceful night, people run businesses and errands across this huge capital, and while they walk the streets their eyes linger on one colossal building in particular, anywhere else that building would be a temple or the kings palace, here it is the "Arcane bastion" home to order of knights known across Sophitia as saviors and peace keepers.

On top of Arcane bastions highest watchtower stands an large man in even larger suit of armor. armor of blue hue and gentle glow. This man is Edward the kind, grandmaster of arcane knights order. He watches the city wake, smiling under his visor. He is genuinely glad that so many people get to live in harmony, safe from the horrors his order battles valiantly against most every day. As his gaze washes over palace of the king, he has trouble upkeeping his smile. Every week more letters arrive on Edwards desk, letters with sweet words that hide quite dark political threats and undertones. Just because you happen to live in peace and prosperity you make something up to fight it, thats what Edward thinks of politics. If this place was like the outer villages, constantly under threat of raids by monstrous hordes, he doubts they would have had the time to create this vile art of hiding hostility under kind words.

Suddenly his affinity flares up and he senses magic, it seems the one he called here has arrived, he cannot be seen but his presence is clear to Edwards honed magical sense.
"[i]It took you two whole years to tell me the whole story, of why you came here?[/i]"

Behind him an sudden swirl of sand reveals the robed figure of Hastuk the unseen.
"... I would have waited longer still. Telling you anything on the matter is risking vile blasphemy against the mighty Sand...
But it seems their plan is moving along faster than expected."

"[i]You have found out something haven´t you?[/i]"

"[i]Yes friend, and while it is a burden on my honor... I would request your assistance on the matter...[/i]"

For a while they discussed things upon that watchtower before Hastuk disappeared again in a billow of sand and Edward strode down the tower stairs. With determined, heavy steps he quickly traversed the distance into his workroom and pushed the heavy oak wood door open.
For a while he scribbled his message on a roll of parchment, it reads as follows:

[center]"Esteemed knight of the order. I, Grand master Edward Lamillo beseech you (honor allowing) to drop whatever assignment or task you are currently working on. And make haste to war room where I will brief to you new urgent assignment of extreme importance."[/center]

Next he wrote down on a smaller piece, an list of names. New or older, all fine practitioners of magical arts and fine knights. Then he called for an dedicated messenger who served the order, even wearing their symbol on his uniform.

"[i]Here lad! Find every knight listed on there and read to them out loud what is written on that scroll![/i]"

"Ummm, you want me to present myself as I was you? They will make fun of me!"

"[i]Damn it lad, you know I´m not good at all this management type of stuff! Read it how you will as long as every knight listed on there is here within a days time!![/i]"

The messenger was now running for the door and practically glided down the hallways of Arcane bastion. Days time?! Crazy! Thats what the messenger thought as he knew that few of the names were currently out of capital. He would have to ride like Wind himself to get to them.