As the lordly sun Helios moves towards the Southern regions, our days decrease in their abundance of light. A cool cloak of wind bathes the land, foretelling the arrival of the Grand Dame of Fall. Her golden trains will robe the land in her wondrous glory.
The magic of the Ice Wizards has been broken and the chill of the Slave Pit is replaced by the dank heat of the blacksmith's bellows. The task masters have conjured up great machines to relieve us of this oppressor, but they do little with much avail.
