the Unveiled World

There is a river that runs hidden through both Finistère and Cornwall and a man made a garden on it's banks. On a peak in the Carpathians there once was a castle by a lake where acolytes were taught how to shape the weather. If you mark yourself with a secret sigil and eat a species of spider that only comes out at night in the Rub' al-Khali, the dunes will take you home. There are places in the east coast that have swallowed more ships than the Bermuda Triangle. Domdaniel is a legend.   Faith in a nature without the supernatural made these places the stuff of myth and superstition. It is for the best. Formerly hunted and driven to isolation and exile in the name of less inconvenient stories, Mages - the practitioners of Magic - have veiled their world between the seams of fiction and folklore. So much so that their parallel society has managed to take root. But not without a price. There are stranger things than just curious folk poking at the Veil from either side, and keeping them apart is the responsibility of every practitioner.   There is no such thing as Magic.   Unless, that is, you pull back the curtain.