[i]Dear Sir or Madame,   You may not know who I am, but I know who you are very well. Hieledran, this land that we all love and adore, she is falling into darkness. A great and powerful evil lurks among us now and threatens to choke the life from all. It has already begun to affect many places, trees once so tall and mighty now slender twigs. Prairies and grasslands that were once so beautiful with their emerald shades and their colorful flowers...they are nothing more but vast fields of ash and blackened soil. My heart weeps as I write this letter to you, for I....I was too late to stop it, to seal away the horrors that emerged from that wretched tower. But you, your time has come. You are all warriors of Hieledran, brave, cunning, and wise. You have skills, attributes that are far beyond those of your fellow men. That is why I have called upon you. For the fate of all, I ask that you meet at Hearthstone Inn in the city of Vaele. Once you have gathered, journey South of the city to the Temple of Agatha. There is where I will meet you, and I will explain more. Hieledran rests in your hands now, as does the fate of her people. May the Goddess bless and keep you O brave warriors of Hieledran, and may my love be with you as well...[/i]

Finn had received the letter as he was traveling to Vaele. The courier had stopped him, and handed him the paper, which had been folded as to be easier to carry. He read the letter and sent the courier on his way, dropping two gold coins in his hand for his trouble. Deep down, he knew that this letter was real. It wasn't a hoax or a trap. He had felt a disturbance in the magic of Hieldran for a while now. Though he could never pinpoint it.

That was two days ago. As he rode into the city, his gold steed clopping down the cobblestone street, he inhaled deeply. Finn had always loved Vaele. The hustle and bustle of life. If he was ever going to settle down somewhere, it would be here. The excitement of the city was enough to keep anyone happy in Finn's opinion.

Once he reached the inn, he dismounted and tied his horse to a post. "Stay here Belroch. I'm off to save the world," he said, patting his horse on the neck. Belroch responded with a whinny, nudging Finn towards the inn. Finn had received Belroch many years ago, from his father. His father had claimed that Belroch was descended from the same horse that the first Elven king had ridden into battle. Seeing as how Belroch had saved his life so many times, he almost believed him. Many a bandit had been trampled under Belroch's hooves. 

Finn finally stepped into the inn, Hearthstone Inn to be exact. He looked around, letter in hand and watched for anyone who seemed as if they were here for the same reason as he. He spied a group of three people at the bar, two women and a man. The man had a bo staff on his back, and long black hair while one of the women had snow white hair and chain mail on, while the other had a cowl pulled over her head. And in her hand, she held a letter. But he also felt drawn to them. As if something knew that he needed to walk over to them. So he sauntered over, taking a seat next to the woman with the cowl on her head. He turned to face the group and smirked before asking, "So who's ready to save the world?"