"Many, many years ago, long before even the earliest of days that you could possibly conceive. When the myriad planes were young, and one could slip between planes with such ease, that you might be strolling amongst the trees, trip over a root, and find yourself in a new world." Sandstrider looked deep into the fire, and blew a strand of bright green smoke into the flames, which created a flurry of dancing green sparks.
"A great people, those that became known as 'The Wise Ones' created many beautiful works. Grand cities that were one with the world around them; buildings that grew from the ground all by themselves, rivers that danced like fountains, mountains whose inside were akin to the greatest of temples." A misty look appeared in Sandstrider's eyes, and he sighed wistfully.
