The story begins...
You have been traveling many days. The road is hard on a thief, with no city to call your home. Having been run out of a city like Black Water is bad enough. But to have been run out by your own guild! That's DISGRACE! But, being an inexperienced thief, better to accept circumstances as they are, rather than risk your neck fighting an entire guild. A fight you could never even hope to win.
You were born Sarget Traithbom, but took the name NightWind, as you thought it made you sound more notorious. Too bad you werent able to live up to the reputation you claimed in Black Water. Though the city was somewhat small, a hard working second story man could make a decent living there. "Well", you tell yourself, "maybe someday..."
Dusk is beginning to set in as you find a decent place to hole up for the night. Gathering wood for a fire, you feel you are being watched. Taking cover in the bushes just off the trail, you notice an old man comming towards you. He looks frail, kind of tall, with long dirty white hair and a beard. He wears the rags of a beggar, and his thin frame seems to suggest that this man has gone without food for some time. Sensing no danger from the old man, you stand to reveal yourself.
Strange, he didn't even appear to be startled. You approach him and offer to share your fire and some food for the night. He graciously accepts. As you sit by the fire, he tells you a story. One of a world of islands. And of a crystal of great power. As he tells you of these things, he retrieves a pouch from his robes. Standing up, he emptys the contents into the flames of the fire. The fire begins to change. Going from it's warming bright yellow, to a dull blue color. Oddly enough, the flames no longer give off any heat. The the fire changes from blue to purple, then slowly to red. As the flames turn to red, your world begins to turn to black.... Then the darkness falls.
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