[center][h1]Twilight Fields:[/h1] [b][i]Western Planes Province[/i][/b][/center]
The sky was clear, the weather fine, and the temperature was a pleasantly balmy degree; albeit a bit damp. That was because the mage's morning fog had already rolled over the crop fields and gardens--as to distribute water perfectly and evenly therein--before the remainder was to be returned to its silo. The sun was in its morning rise and what little residue from the fog had only just begun to evaporate. Though the sky and sun were not the blue and gold that could be seen. The horizon lay contended by similarly colored banners that draped over a small fortified tower. In the streets a pair of matching robes only slightly obscured the genders of the Crescent Sun mages who tended to the fog, before once again resuming their patrol.

Among them this morning, as he often was, was an honorary member of the Crescent Sun mages. A small figure in an over-sized cloak ran ahead to dance and play in the mists as they rolled onward. Sometimes the mages would frown--as they did today, as they found it difficult to concentrate and maintain the spell whilst he frolicked within it. 

"Jumper!" the woman called out to him in a disciplining manner, "Why don't you go see if Grandfather needs any help?"

As Jumper nodded, and his over-sized cowl flopped to and fro over his face as he skipped off toward the direction of the tower. 

"That thing will be the death of us," the man casually remarked as the duo reigned in their rain.

The studious silence in the Crescent Sun's tower was broken by the haphazard foot-falls of the childish Jumper, which echoed about the worked stone with each passing step, out from the entrance and into the small garrison. An elderly man and his adult daughter, both the region's quartermasters--one retired, one not--were pouring over some documents regarding the region's supplies. "Ah, Jumper my boy," the elderly gentleman stated without looking up, "I'm glad you've came. I've an important matter to discuss with you."

"With me?" Jumper asked.

"You are... of the [i]Rising Sun[/i], yes?" The elderly man's daughter grew uncomfortable as the question was asked, but the only response was a happy nod and a thumb pointing to the faded emblem on his cloak. She dismissed herself while the elderly gentleman continued. He pulled out an ancient scroll from his own cloak and kneeled down to unfurl it before Jumper. "The Rising Sun, and the Crescent Sun, are not two branches of the same tree as we once thought." The words were as cautious and as delicate as the manner in which the scroll was unfurled, but Jumper only cocked his head in confusion. "I'm afraid it's much worse than that," Grandfather added, "They were mortal enemies."

The elderly gentleman put his hand on Jumper's shoulder as to console him while handing him the evidence they had found. An archived copy of campaigns against the Cressent Sun found in the same place Jumper had been found. "I'm so sorry, m'boy, but you're not one of us and we're not quite sure what you are."

Jumper read through the document as best he could while Grandfather elaborated: "I intend to travel back to the Brother's Sanctum--[i]to the place where you were found[/i]--for answers. It would be best if you accompanied me." He stood again and secured a rucksack that had been left leaning against the table. "The others. They do not yet know, but this information was also not hidden. It was simply older than anyone had cause to check. Before you came along that is."

Despite the lack of grace or delicacy to his movements the aged scroll did not bend or tear when Jumper rolled it back up. Though he didn't fully understand what was being implied he seemed excited to be getting out of the quiet little town. "We are going on an adventure then, Grandfather?" he happily asked.

"Yes," Grandfather solemnly responded, "We are going on an adventure."