The midnight wind blows gently across your skin as you timidly walk down the path to Tyran's Cove. To the right and left of you, on each side of the dirt path stand tall statues of the gods and godesses surrounded eligantly by well trimmed and kept rose bushes of all colors. You notice a light spray of eves dew dance on and around each enchanted rose petal traveling down each stem... collecting a mystical Lunian glow that causes small twinkles of light amongst the path.. growing more so with every step forward you take.
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Warmed by the glow of the moon and the path.. seemingly feels comfortable and secure to you after your long journey, you grow more relaxed with every step... giving the warmth permission to step into you're bones and ease you're tired body while you gaze onward over the familiar landscape.

Where have I seen this before?

The westward mountainside forms a large portion of the land carpeted in majestic splendor. The tall emerald trees in the valley seem ablaze in the seasons midnight colors of brilliant purples, blues and blacks.. fading into the Manors castle beyond. The flawless sky among the trees to the east repeats itself exactly in the waters of Windfire lake bleeding into the landscape exactly how you imagine it.

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The iron gates of the cove stand open outward.. welcoming anyone who wishes to cross over. On each heavy gateway you see a largly crypted symbol engulfing most of it.. becoming the gate itself. You identify the symbol of Manor immediately and a rush of power takes surge through your thoughts.

Taking a step slowly through, tracing your fingertips across the gates doors, feeling the overbearing power of the land... you feel the Cove becoming a part of you.

And your story begins...