"Gellin Foggal-son, I hereby curse you to an interesting life!" "That's a curse?" Gellin Foggal-son was no hero. All he wanted was a quiet, scholarly life. When his plans fell apart and he thought things couldn't get any worse, an immortal being put a strange curse on him. What it meant, he didn't know. The answer lay somewhere beyond the horizon where wizards schemed and powerful forces gathered. There was nothing to do but pack his bag and hit the road.