The lionhearted journey to the West Pole. It has been drawing for so long, and now its call is finally obeyed. Standing at the edge of the known world, looking westward, there is nothing to be seen. Only the dim flickering of the Northern Lights, like a faint recollection of a journey long past. As a group of brave souls has gathered at land’s end, unknown creatures invitingly and reassuringly appear out of the blue, and the league takes a leap into the erratic. Waves accumulate underneath them and start to carry them West. A long journey lies ahead, with the Emerald City as their reward.