These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?

There are stranger things here than Thebans know about.

Sacred Bands and elite squadrons aren't what the mercenaries' guild is about. Field them at your peril.

Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.

These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?

The universe forgives those who give until their hearts are aching and their spirits weak, and finds a way to renew all strength and cure all ills, in this world or the next, if a soul can just have faith.

The sun is new every day