OOC: ((While I don't typically write plots for role plays that I'm not planning to join, I thought some of the new RPers might rather have a plot prepared and ready to go so that they can just jump in. If you would like to start your own thread, by all means, feel free!))

It was a tiny little town, right on the edge of Feyl desert. It was a hard life, as each summer the desert tried to swallow the village and bury it beneath countless grains of coarse white sand. But it was a good life. The village was peaceful. The people were too poor for anyone to try to steal anything from them, but they were just prosperous enough to not notice the lack of finery in their homes.

Life went on in this way for many years-- until the rumors began. Rumors of a Miral that had once existed in this area. A Miral that had been covered over by the sands centuries ago.

Were it not for the political situation of the Middle World, such a rumor would be nothing more than local legend, something from which a grandfather could weave a story for his grandchildren. But in the Middle World, control for Mirals is greatly sought after. The Mirals to the seven known worlds are, for the present, still held in the hands of those who wish travel to continue and trade to prosper between the worlds. But, to maintain this freedom, they must be carefully guarded.

An unguarded Miral is the greatest dream of many factions in the Middle World. Those who would wish to invade the world to which it led, or those who would wish merely to charge a toll to each Passer. And one such faction has beset this little town. They are all but overtaken.

Who will help them?

((Don't forget, sometimes it's the most fun and the most challenging to play a "bad guy." And, with that note, I release this plot to the people of The Middle World!))