We were a great race of foxes, with the fur of ash and the eyes of flame. We plundered the lands and crushed all opposition under iron claws-black as night. With an armada fit to rule the world, we conquered the islands surrounding ours, taking flame to the inhabitants' delicate lives.
But one reynard in our forces brought our downfall. One who had the same fur of ash and the same eyes of fire. We scorned him, but he proved to be stronger than us all. This fearsome warrior, now a faded memory of bygone ages, was Seville the Blind.
A storm raged over the Isle of Girmm, slashing with violent winds at the great trees. The waves roared and swelled, dropping down upon the shores with mountains of foam and spray. A small group of mice w…Read more >