A Small Carrige can be Spotted from the Distance,
Riding up a Mountain Pass, Passing into a Town,
Making Its way East, a Warrior Sat back in the
Carrige, Evils Tortured his ever Thought as he
Made his way...

"I rode in a Dark Carrige as i Waited, waited to
reach my first Destination. Many Moons has Passed
Since i Left the Town of Tristom Behind Me, Trying
to Forget The horrible Evils evils the Dwelled
deep with in the cold eart. Theres something Evil
within me now, Driving me towards the east, assuring
my salvation lies within ancient Kingdoms. I do
not know what evils will arrive to Hinder my Journey,
and as i pass through the first Gate, I know that
the Better part of my Soul will Remain Behind ..."

"...Forever..."

A Large Stone can Be Spotted, Glowing Blood Red,being
Left behind on the Cold Streets, Vanishing into the
night as a Carrige made its way,away from the small
town it was once in, making its way to the east ...
Always to the East...