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Installment 1

• Angry Bear
• The Collectors
• Sir Robbie
• Dark Bark
• Captain H

Installment 2

• Angry Bear
• The Collectors
• Sir Robbie
• Dark Bark
• Captain H

Installment 3

• The Collectors
• Dark Bark
• Angry Bear
• Sir Robbie
• Captain H

Installment 4

• Angry Bear
• Sir Robbie
• Captain H

There are a number of spells that affect the way that one experiences the world around them and few enhance such an experience. For example, if someone is transformed into a frog it becomes difficult to reach things on those top shelves but on the other hand you can

navigate under water far more easily. You would be hard pressed to find volunteers for such a transformation, however, since there are few people who would exchange the fullness of a human body just to hang out in swamps all day. The inhabitants of The Collector's realm have a particularly interesting spell cast on them of which Emily was the most recent recipient. Upon its completion Emily was left stripped of her color, which was drawn from her and made ink on the tapestry of a magical scroll. She would soon discover that there is indeed more to color then meets the eye (pun intended).

Magic manifests itself through color; The Collectors’ desire for magic was so great that they drew the color from the very land in which they lived. They transferred this color onto scrolls which would contain the magic and allow the giants to use it to craft their most intricate spells.

When they had drained all the color from their realm they lured humans from our world in through roads woven with powerful spells. Once their, they were robbed of their color and left to live amongst the colorless in a land drained of its beauty and surrounded by a dull gray scale landscape. The inhabitants longed to return to their world and gaze upon the magnificence of what had been stolen from them. But there appeared to be no way to leave, the giant’s illusions were strong and no glimmer of color seeped through from the outside except from one small hole.

Amongst the colorless there is one gifted in the arts of illusion and after a decade of tireless crafting was able to puncture a hole through the layers of deception masking their prison. Beautiful color leaked slowly through this hole but the old mage was still too weak from his labor to widen this tear. The little strength he had was used to draw the color which leaked through onto the tattered pages of an old tome. There in lies the one hope for the colorless.