Crete Visions

May 6, 2006
The mists part to reveal a small galley approaching the shores of some unidentified stretch of land. As the prow turns toward the port the water beneath the ship rumbles and a fierce glint of sunlight blinds you from the coast.

As your eyes adjust back to the bowl before you a voice recites:

"A place of monsters from a past struggle,
shall from peace emerge again -
The efforts of insanity and greed.
Bronze will make gold worthless.
The one who aided the owl in past ventures
will require salvation from his own folly."