It all began, on a summer night. The stars were bright as usual, the breeze, kissing the tender lips of the leaves. As it goes, men, women and children walked through the woods, the towns, the halls. Through the cluster of races usually bound to Aegis Cloud Temple there stood a man, human, short and stocky. He had quite the beard growing like the grand forest of Lorelin on his strong built chin. He gazed upon the stars, curious as to wether somebody, up in one of those stars, was doing the same to him. Of course he was not alone, all over the world, orc, man, dwarf and elf alike stood and simply stared in awe at the grand beauty of the stars. The bearded mans name was Bircalin, son of Sturtart. He was a hobbit, came from lands afar to seek a normal mans life. A wife, kids, maybe even a dog if he felt like it. There stood an elf beside him watching him stare, ” Beautiful aren’t they? ” He said. ” Indeed they are ” Bircalin replied. ” May i ask your name, elf? ” Bircalin asked. ” My name is Aedan friend, and yours? ” He asked. ” Bircalin, son of Sturtart. At your convinience. let verigan erad first full inventory? NO!