The World of Sorren
The world of Sorren was a dark place, a place of wizards and demons, sickness and sudden, untimely death. It was a world lit by fire. The world of Sorren was a world of coldness, fear, and hunger. There was much sadness and uncertainty, for each day was a struggle to survive and most people were subject to a life of endless toil. The world of Sorren was also a world of prayer. The words of the Lord were on the lips of all men, and though they often failed in the ways of the Church, the men prayed to the saints for intersession, and their tears were sincere. But for all the fear and loneliness and grief visited upon them, the world of Sorren was also a world of beauty and magic and of the power of imagination. Men loved to hear and tell stories over pots of ale, children loved to dream of adventures with dragons and serpents and other mythical creatures, and the women listened to the gossip of the unruly men with eagerness as they sewed and repaired old fishing nets, for the world of imagination gave them release from such a life of obligation and expectation. The world of Sorren is now gone, and we are left wanting . . .