In a great wood, where grey cliffs defy the ocean waves, there stands a solitary tower. In ages past it served as a watchtower for an expanding people, but it has now been long forgotten. This is precisely

“Djarai, I told you to rest.” Tereizu turns the corner, expecting to find Djarai attempting magic on the sly again. She is an expert at hiding it, but as a healer his senses are sharp. She’s sleeping.

I am a worldbuilder; a universe of magic and dragons is my domain. I have recently begun applying myself to learning the discipline of writing down my adventures. It is not as hard as I thought, and a