The Air The air speaks of trouble. The night rumbles with unease, while sunrifter reigns with peace. We stand beneath these things, and yet we dare hope. We have rushed upon a plateau that promises protection, yet it is ready to crumble at any step. The air speaks of tension. Tension that once released, will unleash a domino effect. Whether they are good or bad, stoppable or not, we no not. For now, a wild card is in play. Where everything was straight forward, things are now mixed colors, hard to distinguish ally from foe. All thanks to this wild card that is in play, this so called archmage, who's face shows more sides than a double sided coin. Who's allegiance is unsecure and who dares to let us hope.