Moons of Fate
Espers and their ilk, inhuman and extortionately powerful beings of the alien world Vadim. Rare is one sighted among the lesser races – though the loves between Espers and lesser man is not unheard of. A desire that reaches across the chill touch of space to birth a child too dangerous for the world of his mortal self, yet never matching the majesty of her Esper legacy. Too soon are lovers themselves separated by time that too swiftly moves for mortals, the bonds of the summon eroded by the very fabric of time.
The accounts of mortals across Lhyl can not agree on what an Esper is. To the mortal races so used to commonality and sameness that defines them – the concept that a race could be made up of infinitely varied forms and functions is an inane thought. The patterns of the Espers being smaller facets and reflections of the Dragon gods, infinite themselves, an Esper is a sliver of divinity even the mortal mind can grasp and hold…for a time.