Seek the water of life.
Long ago, miasma swallowed
the world. Its very touch was fatal, and
it claimed many lives. But we have since
discovered a way to hold it at bay.
Crystals protect us from
miasma. Smaller crystals now guard the villages
of the world, while greater ones guard the
cities. We all live our lives within the
embrace of the crystals' blessing.
The power of the crystals
is not limitless, however; it gradually
diminishes over time. We must rekindle the
crystals' radiance each year by purifying
them with myrrh. In turn, they protect us
from the miasma for another year.
But myrrh cannot be found
just anywhere. We must seek it in the dank
depths of dungeons, across forbidding mountains,
even beyond the sea.
This task falls to groups
of young men and women sent off each year
by every town the world over. It is their
duty to collect myrrh and bring it home.
They are known as the crystal caravans.
This is the tale of one such
caravan and its adventures.
