With so many dead the world feels so empty. The dead lay in mass all over creation struck down by illness that there dragonblooded masters could not treat. New heroes arise to fight back the wyld and its many horrors and somewhere in the river country three such heroes set forth to find a powerful manse to live in the face of all the recent death. They have served their elders well bleeding many times over for their country. They deserve this.<br/><br/>For three days, they'd seen not a living soul, mortal or monster, but the birds still sang in the trees, and the bees trundled from flower to springtime flower. Perhaps, riding along this country road, they dared to dream it was an omen of better times.