Illyria. Never have I seen a world so hopeful. Forged from endless war with itself it has finally come to know peace, no matter how fragile. The mortal races and nations know peace and friendship with one another. From the graceful elves of Cilion, to the tough Dwarves of Maeduun, to the young and noble humans. They band together, now and forever to shine as a beacon in the night. I wonder, how long before the beacon is surrounded by darkness?
Baron Veril Lecourt