These are the recorded travels of Richard. Not much is known about his past, but his actions speak much louder than his words. Entry One- So here I am- Al’Khazar. The big, booming city of Oren. You know, I kind of expected a city like this when I heard the tales. The guards are nice, and the citizens let you mind your own business, I guess… I don’t know, it seems kind of boring here. Perhaps I shall travel elsewhere Entry Two- I’ve gathered up my equipment for the travels. I have my sword, my leather jacket, my pickaxe, and my axe. I have all I need to fare the wilderness of Aegis. Here’s to adventure! Entry Three- I pass through the gate of Al’Khazar into a snowy, harsh wilderness where the undead are rumored to lurk. As I gaze into the horizon, I see a majestic city slowly fading away. I’m alone. The town’s glorious blue-and-white colors have been replaced by a wasteland of white and gray. Perhaps I will return to Al’Khazar… perhaps… Entry Four- I’m on the verge of death by starvation… I haven’t eaten in days… I pray that someone will find me before I die…