The Third Festival of the Way WarderDragon "...A road is never simply a road. It is a symbol. A symbol of who we are, of where we've come from and of all the things that help us to become what we will be. A road is a journey, a lifetime, a story. Today we gather to recall the legendary origins of the main thoroughfare of this land. And in doing so we are recalling all the people of this realm, past, present and future, everyone with whom we've journeyed. And all the companions we will meet along The Way..." - Magdalena Canzione, Third Lord of the Way. And thus began the Third Festival of the Way. Once again the People of Britannia - and others arriving from Dawn and Magincia - gathered upon the steps of Lord British's Castle to receive the Water of Life and to honor the Great Thaumaturgist of Akalabeth. Magdalena - chosen for her role in the Second Festival - began the Procession with rousing words that echoed Ceno and James before her. She annunciated on the meaning of the Road - on the Quest that led four companions through the Dark Drachenwald to Old Trinsic - and then guided them forward. The Shepherdess - Silverbrook - whose paternal uncle was the Great Thaumaturge. The Warrior - James - a fearless soldier who wished to see Dawn for himself. The Bard - Aesop - whose wisdom and love of women were his greatest strengths. And the Necromancer - Sluggy Freelance - who could quite silence the conscience on his shoulder. Four actors to face the perils of Britannians forebearers. Four companions to tread the road anew. I shall not beat a dead horse. Those who inhabit Britannia know this tale well. Those involved in the Procession have heard the tale a hundred times this month. But I - the Keeper of Stories - will enunciate on one this fact. It is not just the destination that is important. The Goal. The End. It is also the Journey. And it is in that wisdom we find our triumph. Remember the Thaumaturge.