The Reawakening

'One day, a Stranger walked between the ancient oaks that had sprung from the bloodied soil of Fel'Arathia. He was a simple man, a man with nothing but the clothes on his back, the walking stick in his hand and the lute slung across his shoulder. Whereever he walked, the Stranger saw the memories of the land and was saddened. He knew every stone and every seed and yet, knew that once there had been something else here... children who played in the woods, lovers under the trees, old people calling for the gods in the mountains. He came first to the placed where now the RealmGuardian of Drakavaar stood. The memory of a great man was now merely a grey shade. Yet, when the Stranger touched the forehead of the RealmGuardian, he was released from the prison of his own making. "You have done a horrible thing here, but... now is not the time for hate." The Stranger's voice was strong and the RealmGuardian could only bend his head in acknowledgement. "You will learn from your mistakes, brother, and rebuild your Realm, but this time you will remember that you live to serve those with lesser power."'

The words were carried on the wind, and whereever they found a shade of a Realm, they released the RealmGuardian from his prison. It was like awakening from a horrible nightmare, yet, awakening with a smile on your lips because you knew that there was yet again hope in the World. And just as the RealmGuardian of Drakavaar was awaken, so was the RealmGuardians of Valrissia, Mordanactu and Cashen Damaar awaken.

Thus began a New Age in the World of the Minstrel...