THE LIFE AND TIMES OF
DOCTOR PHOEBVS
ACCORDING TO OPADOS

Gather 'round children of Elios. Empty young vessels of waking minds, bright
and hopeful shepherds of future times. Bring the hallmark patience of our
people to bear as I tell you the tale of the Great Shaman of the East. The
Mender of shattered dreams. Soothsayer of the Unwashed. Light of the Damned. The extraordinary Doctor Phoebus.

Once there was a boy, impoverished of
both wealth and family, who wandered
through Elios frightened and alone. Like most of us, he too was stricken with the great sickness of our age, the crippling terror that cracks our skin, weakens our bones, saps us of our spirit and drags our dear ones into the cold earth.

Lost in the fabled woods of Ariesium, the sickly young boy perchance stumbled upon a peculiar trio of sapling brambles that seemed to have sprouted evenly from one another in a straight line. The boy's curious mind told him to head where they
pointed and soon enough, he was led to the breathtaking sight of a towering pine tree sitting in the midst of a vast fertile clearing. Its leaves were adorned by thousands of lit and writhing fireflies as it shone bright against the darkness of the moonless night. Beneath the magnificent tree was an abandoned baker's hut with
large brazen doors worn with age.
Whoever lived there prior had left it full of tools like mixing pots, cauldrons, ramshorn goblets and potion vials. It even had a stone oven and a hearth for cooking. Upon this house...