“The Realm stretches beyond the island but all that can be seen beyond the isle borders is a thick mist of white that marks the protection barrier. But not all barriers are secure and of course creatures do manage to slip in and cause chaos.” The voice comes from the darkness but soon a figure can be seen emerging from the shadows. “Hmm? Who am I? I am Phebos, the Lord and Guardian of this Realm. My job is merely to inform.” A gesture is made and the shadows depart allowing the archangel Phebos to be seen. “The Island is bigger than the map shows it to be but the Realm cannot be written upon a single paper so no map shall be granted to you.”

Phebos walks along the black marble floor with a sly grin touching upon his lips with a look of pure malice. “Oh come now, surly this nightmare of the Moor isn’t all that bad. Although, I think it is time you wake up now and leave me to my work.” A long pause is issued before his words break the awkward silence. “My work? Heh, that is for me to know, and maybe you will find out. But I doubt you will be privileged to live that long.”