It is the year of our Lord 1250, the summons for the Normandy tribunal, a seven yearly gathering of magi, arrived early this years, handed to you by a red cap in the early days of spring. Although you have attended a few other tribunals in your years of apprenticeship, this one was different: with your gauntlets bested, you were no longer an apprentices, you were a magi, accomplished magi and magae in your own rights, but you were without a coven, but so were many others, and tribunal is a time for new acquaintanceships to be made: you found others like yourselves, alliances and promises, made and bartered for, until you all stood united, for in the lives of magi, there is strength in numbers.
And so, a coven was founded, and a new chapter in your lives begin, that of a true magi, I wonder what tales will be told.