The sleep of an Ancient, disturbed..

[Strider]

Deep within Wind, the city of Mages slept one who had been there for a very long time. His body slept, but his mind.... His mind was elsewhere. A million other elsewheres to be exact. He transcended time and space, beyond reality. Delving into countless worlds. This man was Elwe Earendil. Last of the Striders. The cosmic Order which looked over balance in all worlds.

But something stirred his mind. His mind, split in millions of places came rushing back into one entity, came flooding back. Striders eyes shot open.

He sat up quickly and looked around... Ahhh... he thought to himself..

This reality.. again. My first mortal home. The Empire is in need of a helping hands.

He rose, literally floated out of his room, slowly changing shape into a glowing blue orb. As he floated out of his end of the City.. one final word could be heard...

Honour.

And with that.. Strider, was gone..

Or rather.

Strider, Ancient Elder Sage of Wind,

Was back!

Edited September 26, 2004 by Strider

[Lord Ser Brightblade]

Ser Brightblade sat contemplating the days ahead when a runner burst into the Keg and Anchor Tavern and approached the Ancient Prefect.

"Sir, Ive just come from the City of Sages where a strane orb of blue light did float from the deepest regions of the libraries and leave the caves of Wind."

Ser just smiled and went backto drinking his meade.

With that the runner looked confused and asked, "Do you know of this orb of light? Does it not concern you? What shall we do?"

With that Ser looked up one more time to the runner and spoke to him. "Indeed I know of what this is. It seems a great and powerful presence has once again awakened after a long slumber. Fear not though, for it is Strider, a sage among sages come to give council and assist the Empire as he has done before in times of need."

With that Ser called a serving wench over to the table and ordered a round of drinks for all that were present.