The Dark Blood

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In the court of every city in the lands of Ro, an enchantress sits. And in the minds of their citizenry each encantress weaves a song. They sing of a precious new race, and a world united under a single blood creed. No one sings of the murder of young Prince Christophe; the rebellion of Canarn; of blighted gods stirring from their endless slumber; nor the lonely quest of a father to avenge the children stolen from him. And all would do well to remember that every song, as every life, must come to an end..