An ancient wind blows down from the north, stirring the the lingering
embers of a nearly forgotten Holy War and flames erupt in the forest.
Elder knights awaken to the distant glow and instinctively reach for
dull swords and tarnished armor.

A new generation may soon learn how deeply even old passions can run.

Mark

Frank Grunthaner wrote:

>Alistair,
>
>Congratulations! A notable mark! Many more happy revolutions! How sweet that
>experience flys in the face of wisdom (obscure tranny and digifant comment).
>
>Frank
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