Awakened by the re-establishment of the Bard Guild, an ancient song made
its way to the Bard Guildmaster, beckoning him to the hills and plains
of the southeast. Too busy with city matters to even acknowledge the
song, Drakenta made his way to the blackjack table and placed his bets.
Discouraged, but not defeated, the melody sought out several other
mortal minds and hearts, but was rejected similarly with each attempt.

Rejected and truly mournful, the song finally rested upon the listening
ear of Lavinia Swiftpaw and she willingly followed the melancholy tune
into the Ravana Hills. Soon Rivaidan came to her aid and together they
discovered an ancient city, now only tumbled ruins and inhabited by a
large colony of monkeys.

Many secrets lie beyond the lonely archway of n'Aryanvella and many
troubles as well, as the small group found out. They were joined by
Halina, Daganev and Ikitae, but the rest is theirs to tel.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Bellum, in the year 413 AD.