On a cool crisp morning of the 11th moon, the journey begins. Airy puffs of smoke rise from the chimneys as they turn and say farewell to realityville. The adventurers are strong and witty Brycians knowing no bounds. Sleepless nights, endless memory loss, nothing...nothing will stop them. Alass only a few shall reach the summit, and wether it be strentgh or cunning that grants them their well deserved reward, they still keep on. For only they know; "It is a Brycian thing"