Within the shadows of reality, there is a world ruled not by technology or even logic, but by pure imagination harnessed by will. A land where magic is as real as life itself, as shapeable as clay to those who learn its secrets. Into this world of Knights and Wizards, order has been established. Households of magical thought, theory, and even religion have formed. Mystical Ritual blends with bloodlines until the difference between apprentice and daughter blurs into nothingness. Blood is that through which they can trace their power back to the source itself. A mark of pride... A mark of power... A mark of price.

With power so great and so pure, one of every generation is marked as the ArchMage. She is the mother of the clan, the ruler of the theocracy, the avatar of the great power of the order.