My children and my children’s children ask me to describe what once was beautiful but now has been savaged by the Culuz and the necromancers, in their vain attempts to grab at power, wealth, and land. The Culuz, the snakes as the humans call them, who invaded our lands and decimated our heroes and kings in one fell attack. They seem to grow stronger and consume more each year of their onslaught. And those parasites, the necromancers, who choose to turn away from the world when we needed every body to defend against the Culuz. The necromancers who took the bodies of the dead and used them against both sides in their own grab at power.
Nearly a century has gone by since the attacks began, a quarter of my life has been spent running and fighting for our survival. No, not just ours, but for all the warm blooded races of Algia, the Humans, the Dwarves, even the half races.
So when they ask me, I tell them what once was, and how it will be again. For I have hear the rumors, in every port, and on every ship. The rumors that Heroes are rising again to the call to turn the tides back against the Culuz and Undead. That the Knights of Cathos are riding again, that the great port city of Truscal has not been given up and that they are fighting to take it back from the Culuz, that even our homeland of Shalik has been purged of the Undead. But yet these are still rumors, and until proven true I cannot bring my ship to port and drop it’s anchor for the last time.
I do long for that time though. To finally stop speaking about the world that was and to show my descendants what I have been trying to describe for all these years.