Time. A foe that so many had bested, though it should not be so. The elves in their forests, and the Riders in their lands to the east. Time was the greatest foe any normal man had. He could overcome sickness and injury, but in the end time would kill him. The elves and Riders were less restricted. Though they might not lose their battle against time, they do not come out unscathed. Time changes everything in existence, though in different ways. But it is we mortal men it affects the most. There is nothing we can do about it. Many in the land are born with other gifts, those of magic and mind. But there remain the ones that have no such gifts, and this makes life hard. Life is hard enough to begin with, and not only is hard because of the absence of these gifts; it is hard to compete against those who do have them. But that is not the topic at hand. Time. Time has been bested by the dragons, the elves, and all those who ride upon the dragons' backs. I would remove the immortality from those who posses it, but it would never be enough. I would perhaps right this one wrong, but those who have defied time have free reign to defy many others. I shall raise an army to follow me in my crusade. I have a mission unfathomable to any other. One no other would comprehend. I will go forth and do what must be done. I will not let any being, be it human, dwarf, elf, Urgal, dragon, werecat, or otherwise to stop me, although they will all try. For I shall be the one to wipe out all life from Alagaesia and the rest of the world.