I am truly the Mage Who Shalt Remain Nameless and I have been transported through the timeless ages and the Wastes of the Nothing Planes to deliver unto the Companions the Scrolls of Nemeriah. A season of darkness is upon
us, wherefore the Lord of Darkness himself has once more ascended unto this mortal plane of existance and the one who mayhap be our savior is but also the one who may be our final undoing, the Ice King. For as it was foretold by the prophesies of Ellenidior over two millenium past, a deadly
battle shall overtake the lands in which all that is Good and Light shall becast down and the Planes shalt be remade in His image of unholyness. And so it has come unto me, who had of late been exiled to a realm of
forgetfullness brought upon myself by my transgressions against the Provost of the Shining City in the Age of Myths. The god Tyrranus has redeamed me and castmy mortal flesh back unto the Planes that I might accomplish this grave task
and unseal the fate of existance. I know not what shall transpire, as both the Lord of Darkness and Ice King are powerful indeed and have many minions, while I have only the Staff of the Demon King given unto me by Tyrranus,
albeit no slight weapon. One thing is certain: much like no man or elf knoweth my name, neither none knoweth what the coming fortnights have in store for us all....