Ordo Nox

"I have seen that in any great undertaking it is not enough for a man to depend simply upon himself."   -Lone Man (Isna-la-wica)(Teton Sioux)     As the shimmering desert sun hits the sandy plains it pauses for a moment and sparkles. For ages past this place has been one where pure sunlight has crystallized into dreams, and many stewards have harvested those dreams, fostered them and made them theirs. Formed by the dreams of the Native Americans who lived here, shaped by the Kachina and the Surems, a bastion of peace and hope, an unending wish ascending to the sky for bright sunlight and cool rain. For decades it has slumbered, struggling to be free again. Amber Shale, the lost county. Torn apart by an unrecorded war, sealed away but the nunnehi who had guarded it so carefully for so many years, it is finally yearning to be free again. Within the sand, the rock, the land itself unimaginable potential slumbers, it beckons to the fae to free it and embrace it. The open plains offer a fresh start and a new chance. Bolstered by the strength of first the kinain and second the commoners who have built this county from the ground up, it offers a unique opportunity for all kiths to gain respect through their actions. Survival begs unity, understanding, trust. As much as the raw and awesome power of the dreaming leaks through to invigorate every changeling who comes, the land is like clay, ready to be imprinted by the next generation of heroes and heroines to strive to inhabit it.   Welcome to the frontier where the sky is as limitless as the dreams.   Walk with us awhile.