Elibe, a land filled with magic and mystery; where wars are won and lost, where kingdoms rise and fall; a land where legends are born and forgotten. Most of these tales are lost to history, but not to me. I remember all that has been, for I was there. I have seen much, perhaps too much, for I am the eldest; born before the Scouring, before the dragons, even before time itself.

I am Velcan Asriallus, sworn to guide – but never to meddle, a task that I have done unceasingly…for too long. My spirit is spent, from ages of lone wandering. My weary heart yearns for rest.

Perhaps it is time for me to let fate run its course. Yes, I will now cease my eternal vigil and diminish into the mortal world. The question is: where to reside?

Etruria, perhaps mages and conjurors would most easily understand my vigil. No, they would never cease their questions, I need rest.

Ilia, the icy north. Maybe I can isolate myself on a high mountain. The Ilians are mostly farmers and sell-swords; I doubt they would concern themselves with me. Yes Ilia it is then…wait. I don't like the cold…boo.

Hmmm…lets see, Lycia maybe. No…

Ahh…the open plains of Sacae. The Sacaean nomads stay nowhere for long, company every once in a while cant hurt, can it? A simple life on the hills of Sacaea would be nice…yes Sacae.

POOF!! With a simple gesture I was in Sacae.

"Ah yes," I said smiling "now for a simple home."

POOF!!

A big castle-like mansion appeared out of nowhere. A tad too much…I want simple. With a clap of my hands the palace vanished and a small hut took its place.

"Just right." I smiled as I entered.

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Oh great! A few weeks after I begin my vacation bandits decide to pop by my frontyar… err, now they're in my backya… stop moving!! Perhaps if I ask nicely they'll stay in one place allowing me to properly narrate.

"Gentlemen!" I yelled out "might you be persuaded to stand still?"

I take it they don't speak common, because instead of stopping they threw hand axes at me – quite wildly if I might add. So I will have to make do. Ahem. Like I was saying they were making a mess of my around-and-about-just-about-anywhere…yard. Yes.

I'm in quite a pickle here, these shirtless bandit fellows are ruining my freshly planted tomatoes, and they don't speak Elibish. Magic would be a tad uncalled for here…but we can't have them ruin my tomatoes. Guess it can't be helped…meh!

"Dormen-Diluminatus-Invictus" I chanted.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

A reasonably large ball of shadow appeared and exploded, sending the miscreants flying.

"Gah!!" I could hear one of them cry out.

Clearly they didn't like that, then again I could have overdone it. Perhaps an apology is in order

"Sorry chaps," I yelled out my window "you were trampling my garden."

That should set things right. I just hope no one noticed that 30-foot wide globe of abysmal energy and the subsequent and rather large explosion.

I stepped outside to observe the damage.

"Oh dear!" I gasped.

They had trampled all over my yard, ripped holes in my wall, littered the surrounding area with hand-axes and a misplaced ear, and made a gaping 30-foot crater where my garden was. What a mess!!

POOF!! I snapped my fingers and everything was fit as a Phearean fiddle once again.

"Good as new." I smiled as I sat in a newly poofed chair.