A flighty scaled elongated beast whirls about the blue hued sparkling silver light of the full moon above. Dancing about the light as if chasing the dreams of the Descended far, far below. A dream falls upon you and all the ones bound together by fate. In this dream you are in a void of darkness like the ocean at night. You could walk and stand as if on flat ground at all times in this darkness. You choose to aimlessly traverse the darkness.

 You feel as though you have walked for days, and yet only for seconds before the empty darkness was broken in by the lights of a flame that encircles you. The fire rises around you and turns into a pillar, walling you in. A sense of helpless desperation festers within you. But then a hand, pure white like concentrated light emerges from the flames directly in front of you. The hand reaches out slowly, gently. You fear to back away for the flames are at your back. 

You stand there watching the hand reach your face. You close your eyes as the hand touches your head. Yet you feel nothing but a soft voice echoing a plea. [i]"Find me." [/i] After such a dream you will awaken from your place of sleep feeling confused. You sense something is pulling at your soul, yet so lightly it can be overlooked. Regardless your day begins and you travel to the Town of Sunfire. There the bar 'Rest Easy' catches your thirst. You sit and take a drink or two to your liking and observe the common activities of midday bar dwellers. Some of whom you know, others a mystery. But all those who shared your dream have taken a seat, same as you. 

Soon after a thirst quenching wave of liquid reaches your tired throat you see the doors swing open in a manner much too roughly for a patron. A huge man, ducking down to enter the doorway, clad in almost glowing polished white and silver armor, similar to a high ranking soldier of of Vrondi, walks in. He looks to no one as he walks forward. But all notice him. His back had two large angelic wings and his white hair flowed down his sides. He places a large poster on the far right wall of the bar. Taking a knail and pushing it into the wooden wall effortlessly. After doing so her turns to meet the people of the bar who looked to him with unease. His stern face and red eyes did not waver out the serious aura he produced. 

"There will be a mandatory curfew from tthe moment the sun falls. Those who are citizens of Vrondi or other capitals will be reprimanded if found out at night." The attendants of the bar wanted to protest, but their fear kept them only whispering amongst each other.  "This is for your safety. There have been reports of a group of slavers and murderers have infiltrated this town. Please stay safe as we handle this." When he was done talking he walked to the door, tilted his head down and squeezed out the door.  Towering over the common people in the town of Sunfire. He pulls out a roll of papers before heading to the next store to place more of the papers.  

The bar grew louder as the minutes passed. The absence of the soldiers presence made the air lighter. The Seraphim waitresses supplied each with their drinks and did so while captivating them, and you, with their calming aura and beauty. This land of Vrondi's towns and capital was safe for most Seraphim, as the Taxis and the Aion resided here, and the King of this land embraced Seraphim blood. It was not long till the bar was loud again, cups slamming on tables followed by roaring laughter. 

A typical fine day in Sunfire. All soon forgot about the paper on the wall. All but you, and those like you. While the curfew was odd, it was not at all uncommon. Whenever a threat is known, be it dragon, bandit or more, a curfew is set to protect citizens of the capitals. Though something about this curfew and your dream seemed connected. Be it two strange occurrences just so happening to rub you the wrong way in a single day, or something else you cant put your finger on. Either way you felt, underneath the drinks, laughter and light hearted fun was a serious problem... You continue to drink however. Ignoring this feeling for now and you look to the other patrons to make small talk.

[b]Event: A high ranking Vrondi soldier nailed a warning to the walls of the marketplace, including the bar the players start off in. Telling everyone to respect the curfew or be brought up on charges. There are bad people about and the fears is that they will strike at night. Objective: Avoid the curfew and continue your day as usual.[/b]