Dziadek

Skarsvag, A.E. Mayer There are as many names for the world as there are peoples within it, but the people of Rhynnesburg call it Dziadek, Grandfather. Dziadek is old and weary, full of lost fables and forgotten peoples. It is whispered by the scholars—and shouted by mad prophets on street corners—that Dziadek is dying, and all will drown beneath the sea as grandfather's strength gives out. The AcademyIf magic is not our salvation, it will be our undoing. Rhynnesburg stands on a rock shelf high above where the river Rhynne crashes into the sea. At the edge of that shelf stands the Academy, a trio of white towers stretching out of the rock like three great fingers. Clustered at the base of the towers is a maze of smaller facilities; libraries, dormitories, laboratories, kitchens. Here the few proud scholars of magic reside, along with an army of servants and students to keep them fed and cared for. The scholars have seen the end approaching, and many now place their hope, or their…