Neverspring Chronicles

Far across the Northern Sea, as the crow flies, past the smokey coasts of Serpatia Trade City and over the sodded old ramps of Bridgeton lay the sprawling untamed wilds of the Frontier. Moss covered stones, wet with the mist of babbling brooks, line the creeks and rivers that run like veins through the upthrust mountains and rolling hills. Or so it was before... in the days when Mit and Manava were still just distant warring factions. Way out in the Frontier, no one ever expected they would be a...