Zafariel used to be overgrown. Trees, bushes, all matter of plants used to run rampant here. Zafar flowers, what Zafariel is named for, could be found in the thousands in dense fields. Lilyth trees, Boor trees, Aer bushes, and even the rare Meifer flowers could be found growing abundantly everywhere; it was beautiful. Luckily for the residents of this dreamland, the military moved in, and found that they could ease their own work efforts by exterminating the “weeds” as Commander Rollando called it. I’m sure you can tell that I am a staunch supporter of the military, although then again, they are just doing what they’re ordered right? Those dogs make me sick; their lack of personal logic and overall blindness on the big picture is amazing. When they showed up warning of an impending attack by a renegade faction of deserters, we thought they were here just until things blew over. It’s apparent now that it was simply a ploy to gain a hold in the city so that they could take advantage of the land’s rich gold veins. Life was never the same. I was a young elf, away from my forest home, and studying the lands and cultures of the outside world. I fell in love with Zafariel, its lush foliage and wide variety of cultured people both calmed and excited me. Not to mention, there was a young human girl that soon became a love interest for me. As time went on I began to feel at home there, and the people soon treated me as a local friend and not a foreign stranger. As I grew more aware that the girl and I could not be together for various reasons, I decided it would be best to leave Zafariel and search for a teacher. It is customary among my village that an elf of 20 years finds a teacher to learn the ways and skills they need to become a full Valytheery, or as it’s known in common, someone fully adept in magic. So I left Zafariel and all it offered in search of a teacher that might prepare me for life. Several months, and many funny stories later, I was introduced to Albejn Mortissel. He was at the time a very wealthy and wise human wizard who very often associated with other magic users in the Mage’s Guild, and it is there that we met. After a few outings among some close old friends, I soon realized that Mortissel would be an excellent teacher, and, upon the request I was flattered with an immediate acceptance. This started the most intense training period of my life, one that lasted 17 years. Due to our uncanny friendship, our combined research and my training allowed us both to progress rapidly and steadily, my catching up to his level only in the last two or three years of my apprenticeship. It was at this time that he felt I had learned all that he or any other wizard, warlock, or mage could teach and that all that was left, was to experience life in my own way. So I left the Mage’s Guild, and returned to Zafariel one last time to visit before setting out to venture the world once more. It is then that I learned and saw of what the military had done, and I gained my loathing for men of that type. The past six years have been peaceful, but painful. Although my teacher has become Grand Magi, and several other friends have also gained more status, the world hasn’t gotten smaller, it’s, just got less in it. Borders change, new players step in, but the bickering and disputes continue. Zafariel is but one example of the destruction of nature, and 20 moons ago saw the horrible raid by the Norg Goblins on the small port town of Jugnd. The players are moving, the traps being set, the pawns placed, something foul is brewing within the hearts of men and creature, and it is only matter of time before this new evil is let loose upon an already corroding world. I am Laraheal Raithwalle, and here begins my search for answers.