There was a chill in the air as a man cloaked in dark robes and armor passed through the Mystic Forest. He was pale as a ghost with black pupil-less eyes. The man was also tall, towering over 7'. As he walked his pale, ghost-like hands brushed against the thick foliage of the forest. It had been quite awhile since he was in a place like this. He could only recall glimpses of a forest he had once been hiding out in during his past life. This place, however, was entirely different from that. The air was much more refreshing, and it seemed that some sort of magic was weaved around everything.

The man known as Zoreaster, had been forced to take a brief vacation from his sweet, but sometimes agressive wife, Naeveen. Normally he couldn't be moved so easily by a mere woman. However, she had done the impossible, and forced him out of his own house. Zoreaster, had forgotten the exact details of how she did that, but it didn't really matter now. He was away from the many people that roamed the streets of Genil. The people that would sometimes give him wierd looks because of his face, and height. Zoreaster did not like most people. The exception being his lovely wife and daughter.

After being pushed out of the house he decided to head towards the Mystic Forest. Zoreaster, did not know exactly why he wanted to go there. Perhaps it had something to do with the appeal of the forest. Few people lived inside there, and the nature might let him feel more calm, and at peace. That's what brings us to the current time and place.

Zoreaster did not have to walk much further before he spotted something close by. It appeared to be human, but he could not be sure. He drew slightly closer to the unknown figure in an odd gesture of curiousity. If it turned out to be a regular human or just a friendly traveler of some other race he would leave without saying a word. If it was something else well....he didn't know that right-away. To be certain of its identity he called out to the figure. "Who goes?" he said in a cold voice.