The idea of this page will be to present prose detailing the saga. It will include both first and third person perspectives, and should NOT mention game mechanics. The first story details the decision behind re-founding Falcon's Reach.

In the beginning...
Tresmillia was determined to finish off the work on her desk. It had been a long day and she had already made several trips to the library to look up obscure references in the Peripheral Code. In theory each Quaisitor at Duresca was obliged to spend half of each year in "direct service to the tribunal and the Order of Hermes." In practice, though, older magi were able to justify almost any personal passion as direct service. This of course, left the bulk of the less interesting work for younger magi like Tresmillia. She looked at the pile on her desk, sighed and dipped her quill in the inkwell, ready to put the last few notes on a suggested ruling over a vis dispute. Before she finished, though, her attention was drawn to the next parchment sitting atop the pile. Now the quill lay on the table and the new parchment was in Tresmillia's hands as she stood up.

She was quite surprised to find this issue left under her purview. She had of course heard of the destruction of Falcon's Reach, and the rumors that surrounded it, but she had never suspected that the investigation of the issue would be a matter that would fall to her. A smile crossed her lips as she realized that she had been trusted with quite a serious matter. Taking her seat, she leaned back in her chair, satisfied in the knowledge that her hard work had not gone unnoticed. Her smile faded as she again saw the stack of work that still awaited her attention. Perhaps this was not a reward. Perhaps it was a test. After all, with the tribunal meeting only two years away her work load would only increase. Only Tacitus was a more junior magus than herself, and passing any work down to him would at the very least be frowned upon and at worst would be deemed a desertion of duty. To find a solution, she began be recalling the known facts to her mind, few though they had been.

Belosiphus ex Mercere had made his usual stop at Falcon's Reach a month ago and found the covenant in complete ruins. By his account the destruction was clearly the result of a magical attack of considerable force. Despite searching thoroughly, he had found no sign of life. Falcon's Reach had been known to be a covenant in decline. Several of its magi had been nearing Final Twilight, and their vis stocks were not known to have been extensive. Falcon's Reach was a "Roman" covenant, which suggested that the attack was not carried out by the Moors, despite the covenant's proximity to the Almohad lands. Of course the magis' sympathy with the Moors had put them at clear odds with their sodales at Jaferyia, a covenant only a few days travel away, but Tresmillia was not yet willing to believe that even those hotheads would take such a brazen approach to dealing with their differences. Besides, Belosiphus had reported that while the fire damage was extensive it had seemed that the attacker's chosen art was Terram, and anyway it was unthinkable that the Flambeau magi would hire someone to do their fighting for them.

Tresmillia looked at the parchment and again at the stack of work that remained. As much as she would like to strike out and investigate the event herself, it just did not seem prudent, nor did the option of asking for help. In the silence another option came to her. If she could get the approval of the other magi at Duresca, she could provide just enough resources for a group of magi to re-found Falcon's Reach. They could put in the effort and time to determine what had happened, and would be able to provide a report by the time of the tribunal. As an additional benefit, her plan would introduce into the tribunal magi who should be less embroiled in the politics of the Christian Reconquest. Hopefully it would be the sort of influence that would help to keep the Order together while the rest of Iberia tore itself apart. And if it did...Tresmillia would be there to take the credit.

Picking up her quill, she forced herself to finish the judgment on the vis conflict before drafting a proposal for the revival of Falcon's Reach.