As the messenger of this story it's only fitting that I introduce my self. The name I was given at birth is
an unspoken one but as time passed I have picked up the name Zaiphiers Deathweap. I was born to an average asura
family. My father worked as a abnormal death investigator for the Asura Guards, there were many such deaths thoes
days so work was going well as morbid as that may sound life must go on. My mother had died a year following my
birth so I never knew my mother, father wouldn't tell me how she had died but from my uncle Genons stories I
suspect her death was the reason father had come to work as a abnormal death investigator. When I turend fourteen
my father disappeared, I remember it as if it was yesterday. Yes it was a week after my fourteenth birthday,
father had recived an order to investigate the death of our former mayor. The death was a very strange one, I
remember looking over fathers shoulder as he worked on the case and saw sketches of the mayors corpse. It seem half
of his body had turned into stone, I will never forget the look on the mayors lifeless face. On the day my father
disappeared he had recived an unmarked letter written in red on a black sheet of hardwood paper, he rushed out of
the house soon after leaving me some money and telling me to behave just befor he left which normally ment he was
going to be gone for a few days. A month had past after that day and my father never returned, I could get no
answers from the Asura Guards. They acted as if they were trying to hide something. Uncle Genon stopped by a few
days a week to check up on me but I was never to see my father again. That was nine years ago, and now onwards with
the story.

 This story took place three months ago and befor I go any further I would like everyone to keep in mind
that this is a true story. Three month ago on the second day of the first week I was doing some traveling and
decided to stop by Raksih to stock up on some potions and food as well as some much needed rest for my Ornitho.
Raksih is a holy town far north of my home town, It was founded by deva ancestors who believed in the holy cause
of their god Deva. Naturally a descendant of the asura race like my self who trusts in the dark arts should not
expect friendly posture from people of this town. It was about late noon, I was in the middle of buying some
potions from an outdoor shop called "Monar Potions". Outdoor shops are the only shops that would take business
from an outsider like my self. As I was paying for my goods a deva cleric approached me and introduced him self as
Son Avaloch with an uneasy smile and handed me a letter written in red on a black sheet of hardwood paper. He said
a man who looked deprived of sleep from the great city of Rondoh had asked him to deliver this letter to me, he
also mentioned how strange that the man told him the exact date, time and location to find me then waved good bye
and left befor I could ask any question as I am full of questions at that moment. In the letter written in red said
"Com see me at the Fairywood inn near the west gate of Rondoh to learn about your father. signed Harold.". I spent
that night sleeping in a ornitho shack a old deva women was kind enough to allow me to sleep. Couldn't sleep that
night, I must of read the worlds over and over thinking about all the questions I had and staring at the dark sky
through a hole in the ceiling untill finally day broke and I set off on my Ornitho to the great city Rondoh.

 It was four days after I set off from Raksih befor I reached the great city Rondoh. When I enterd the great
city to my surprise the city streets were more or less empty aside form the guards patroling, but it was not as
though the city were abandoned. There were still laughter and voices to be heard from within the walls of the
houses, I had brushed the oddness of things away telling my self it must be because I had arrived at such a late
hour. North through the main street, west through Rondoh park and right beside the unusually large west gate lay
the Fairywood inn. As I enterd the inn I noticed there were a crowd of people sitting at a large tables in the inn
bar laughing and drinking it up like good friends that had gone through a lot together, what supprised me the most
was the fact that the group was made up of two deva warriors, two asura mages and three gaia hunters. I'd expect
them to be calling eachother names and starting fights with eachother but here it seem they're rather enjoying
eachothers company. The inn keeper catching my attention with a cough and asked me "would you like a room or
perhaps some warm food and drink sir?", I paid for a room and asked for some food brought to me in the bar. I took
a seat at the bar counter and asked the bar tender if she knew a man name Harold is staying in the inn or live here
in the city, she stared at me then said "i'll go fitch you your food." and went into the kitchen. Shortyly after
she came back out with a plate of warm meat and bread, poured me another mug of yak milk then went off cleaning
some dishes. As i sat there eatting my filth wondering how long would I have to stay at the inn untill I meet up
with Harold a strange voice called out and said "if you're looking for Harold, I dont know him but I do know
someone called madman-Harold.". I looked over to the darker corner of the room, a man wearing dark hooded cloak
staring back at me. I moved over to his table and spent the next two hours talking with the man, by the time we
were done talking the group of men had already gone up to their rooms for the night, I thanked the man and went up
to my room. I had spent much of that night thinking about what I had learned from the hooded man befor I fell
asleep, he told me the man called Madman-Harold had gone mad and left Rondoh in serch of something called
Eyeshredder about a week befor my arrival and no one had seen him since.

 Three days had passed since I arrived at Rondoh, still no clues on the whereabouts of Harold. Strangely
each passing night spent here in fairywood inn I would see ghostly figures of my late father sitting at the desk
across from my bed studying something with great intensity or standing around diffrent spots of the room deep in
thoughts. Everything seem to be like a dream or a memory being played out like a shadow puppet show that only I
could see, to this day it is still unclear to me if it was simply a dream I had or did I really see it but one
thing was clear to me. I must find Harold. On the morning of the fourth day I walked down from the sleeping
quarters a gaia warrior in full suit of stunning red plate armor carrying an unusauall looking spear on his back
was talking to the bar tender. He looked very battle exprienced with a scar down his left cheek and one across his
nose, the man was so loud with this worlds I couldn't help but overhearing bits and pieces of his conversation with
the bar tender. Suddenly I heard the name harold, as if on impulse i stook up immediately and charged at the man
and said "Did you just say harold!?" as if I were unsure if I had heard him right or was it my mind playing tricks
on me from over thinking the matter. He turned and look at me and with a loud laughter he said "Sit down friend,
my name is Valdant Skithonot. wont you have a drink or two with me and i'll tell you all about my travels." I sat
down and he handed me a mug of ale then started to tell me about his travels and places he had explored. His
stories were amazing but I was not intreasted in them, it took two hours befor he said "Now about harold, this was
one of my stranger encounters during my exploration, I was charting the areas at the base of Crystal Mountian when
I happend to run into a strange fellow who introduced him self as harold.". For the next hour he told me all about
his encounter with harold and the diffrent creatures he had seen, the one thing that really cought my attention was
when he mentioned a creature he called a real monster, and he told me about how this monster had the ability to
turn things into stone with it's giant eye and that harold would point at it and say "Eyeshredder!". This was the