Sometime after the dawn of time a small group - formed around Janet and her love of xPi's trivia dream - but powered by the robust personal magnetism of Mandaliet and the onetime manic zaniness of Vijay, Keeper of the Garden, coalesced upon a small desolate spot in Acropolis. In this wonderfully lush place many things might have transpired - or not, because without very good record keeping we can't be sure, and it's long enough ago that it's hard to say that it did. But there was the pioneering of Feral Riding, there were egg hunts, and mischievous code words, and an choco-lyptic prophecy. Now it is a quiet oasis in the middle of the wistful reminiscing of a few faithful, the quietly oozing charm of Mandaliet and his cohorts keeping the dream alive.

Welcome to the quaint lil' town of Marigold. A peaceful glade right off old highway 69. The place has seen better times when the highway was still a bustling shipping route. A paradox of a place that hung between realms. In modern times it has become a refuge mostly to retired circus folk and their families. The eye catching sight off the highway is a big flashy sign welcoming any weary travelers to stop in for a drink and a bite at the town's main attraction; The Rusty Muffler. Drop on in and enjoy yerself some relaxation and moonshine. Rent a cabin if ya'll like, stay a while.