Near Sumbleton Found

Art by Albert Robida, except as noted. Built in the crook of the great river Rhynne, on the bones of a city long dead. Folk of all shapes wander in and out. All things lost are near Sumbleton found. Spires rise out of the rock in perfect curves, leaving the landscape unbroken. The wind howls through them, singing ancient words of power. A stone archipelago hangs in the sky. Dragonets roost in the roots hanging below them. Gilded fruit ripens above. A city drifts by on the breeze, unhindered by silly things like gravity or morality. A pair of knights wander the land, looking for a third to be the fair judge in their dispute. They cannot stand one another. An exiled fairy cannot return home until she helps three mortals in great acts of heroism. She has helped two, but hasn't found any more true heroes. Doing good is not enough. It must be done at great risk, with no promise of reward other than the prosperity of others. The stars dance over a crystal clear lake. Catch their reflection,…