Once the Weavers where the most powerful of People in the land, every tribe had a story teller, but with the loss of the Weavers and the loss of the past began the fall of the kingdoms; A selfish king and a greedy church grows weary of sharing its power and so banishes the Weavers. Years pass the old way is nearly forgotten, a middle aged mother seeks out an old witch for aid as one of her children are dying. Hidden away in a hallow tree a day’s walk from Graywall Mother Corn finds Jessica the Weaver, once thought a Saint now living as a hermit. After meeting Corn Jessica returns to her old home and the old gods stir yet again. Come along on this journey through a land of magical beast, fallow the Epic of a Weaver and of a Mother, see the life and death of “The Story Teller” (Jessica) she speaks to the crowed, she harkens to the past. She did what she has always done. She reminds everyone of who they are, she invokes the names of hero’s, she respites the written history and it’s most magnificent moments, then recalls the spoken history as only the sages and bard of years past remember it. Jessica’s last words are a confession, God had touched her, God had spoken to her, God confided that the devil has come to their homes, and that a battle between the earth and the sky is at hand. God had offered the people of this land forgiveness for their crimes, and she would pay the blood-toll for their salvation. “ow, such innocents, all the blood on your hands and still your heart burns of childish warmth ‘Please, I don’t understand, help me Crow, what does it all mean?’ Let me help you sweet child of mine. All your work was for not, your powers meaningless, your valor unbecoming your end. Nothing has changed, my hunger goes unsettled..."