Against the dragons of ignorance and fear, the Explorators raise their swords and unfurl their maps. For this proud, rambunctious group, the end of the map is the beginning of history.

Nothing comes without a price, and all things, good or ill, return threefold.

Be bold, generous, and proud, ye scions of the griffin! Ours is a magnificent Order and it’s weathered harsher storms than this!

Strength, after all, is the mark of a magus-strength of will, strength of mind and strength of purpose.

By the time the Order of Reason began its purge, the Hermetics presented a large and overconfident target. More than any other group, they felt the lash of the scourge.

Music, they say, unlocks the passions we all live by; it’s only natural, then that satyrs are the masters of song and dance.

The Path of Thorns bears that name for a reason; it’s a prickly journey from apprentice to archmage, and few sorcerers survive the trip. The rick, however, makes the game worthwhile.

An important moment-a deadly fire; an encounter with the spirit world, etc.-can leave its mark in the mage’s life. The moment forges a link between the sorcerer, her personality and her powers-a link that never fades.

It takes a certain amount of hubris to juggle with Creation; the more severe the juggling, the larger the risk.

There’s something both threatening and enticing about the end of a map.