Many years ago in the Deep Black forest in the Eastern Woodlands a great medicine man lived. The Magic Man went by the name of Magwa after his four fathers. He lived in a crudely made hut. The walls were filled with bottles of antidotes, spells, and powder of all sorts. There hut was misty with a fire that brewed in the middle. The smoke cleared as you walked to his workshop or bedroom where he worked with his hundreds of bottles of powder and thousands of books that made up the wall. Razor sharp splinters stuck out of the hut. Preparing a ....