A great hall. over a mile long down its center, lined with rows of pews and apses dotting it on either side. A great alter upon a high dais at one end, visible form every point in the room. The entire hall is decorated with tapestries and wall hangings, some with intricate designs of various styles, others with images and pictures of battles and ceremonies.

Then in a small, not particularly noticable apse on one side stands a long pillar, no more than four feet high without base or top. Upon this pillar sits a lone skull yellowed with age and obviously over a thousand years old. A simple piece of parchment rests upon it, the skull holding to the place. In some odd and unfamiliar runic script, words are written, not in any ink. Obviously not blood, but in some substance that seems to darken the paper to translucency.

Upon approaching it, the eyes of the skull glow the same shade of green as the eyes of V'soul. It speaks in whipsers, through your mind, in no language that you know...but oddly enough, still one that you can understand.

Greetings, childe...of what stories shall you be told...

The ancient past....

of V'soul?
Of V'souls people?

The recent past....

The Narcisse/melanthe saga
The Spellsong saga
The Celtyka saga
The Proteus Unbound saga
The Maeve Saga