March 21st, Year 3
A city starts to rise, slowly but surely, around the
SuperCathedral. A community has given rise to farmers, bakers, hat makers and heroes. Great merchants from far away lands have made port here, and Reville has become a very wealthy endevour.

The Bakery and Fisherman's Wharf, teeming with life and service to provide food to these brave masses. The cornerstones for the city from which to rise upon and make its mark on the skydwellers.

The Mason Household on the edge of Town. The gateway to the underworld and a prized luxury it is. The vast riches(and untold dangers) that have been discovered in the depths below my feet have made the Mason family very prosperous yet humble. Blood was given for to float their coffers, and the childen of the original founders have not let their inheritence gone to idle fancy and fancy stone. Much of their own blood and sweat was given to the
SuperCathedral, which it graciously accepted.

A glimpse at the rise of power of Reville. More and more homesteaders come from far and near and much more than lean-to's will press shoulder to shoulder with towers and bells. With each brick set in mortar does another destiny weave its thread into the fold and makes it stronger, and will increase the area in which it will cover. But shall it warm and comfort? Or sufficate? It is up to the weaver to decide.

More homes, and the farmers plot. Sow and Poultry now help to fill our bellies, which we are greatful for the variety. Soon then came a restaurant to put good foods together and prepared with a fancy decor most inviting. Even so stands a bell tower too, white and gleaming, with the redundant task of telling us when it is time to eat.

I walk amongst the graves and read the names of those no longer among us. Each graves telling of how the lost made their journey, some funny, some sad, but none path given I would wish to follow.
A Stone's Throw Away and Yours Truly,
Rev