[color=00a651]During the days of rest and respite Dag’Tyr could often be found scouring through the many scrolls and tomes of the library.
His inky blue fingers tracing the lines of text as if to remember them better. His form could be found somewhere in the back surrounded by piles of books, those that were read and to be brought back later to their respective places, when Dag’Tyr needed a break.
All that he found however was scratchings and mentions of half eaten pages gesturing often to more general knowledge.
He released a heavy sigh as the threads were growing thin. With the others researching as well this did speed up the process, but so far not much had been uncovered, save for a good deal of dust, cobwebs and the occasional spider.
He was about to put an end to his morning reading and take a break when he noticed a that a tome lower in his to read pile had a differently coloured page in there. Like it was shoved in there with little care or thought.
As he took a look at the Tome’s binding and script he noticed it was mostly weathered leather and the writings had been fading for some time now.
As he opened the book the page practically flew out of it, almost as if it had been trying to escape.
“Well, ye have my attention now…let’s see what ye’re all about.” Dag’Tyr muttered to himself as he turned the page around only to be confronted by the writings of his people.
Familiar words in a familiar tongue remembering him of days long past.
He shot a glance up towards the heavens.
“Veratul…” He sighed. “Ye’re still looking out for me aren’t ye?” He uttered softly as a gave an appreciative nod. Before he stood up page in hand and moved towards the others.
“Kindred…” He called out, hoping to catch their attention. 
Realizing that they might not think he was referring to them he amended.
“Uh, all of you…ye better take a gander at this.” He said as he handed the script over to the Wooden One first.
“Now…whilst we could go over this entire library…and in my eyes we might as well have by now, I doubt we’ll get any more answers or solve anymore of our problems if we stay tucked away like this.” He bit his lip as he pondered.
“So my proposal is this…if we can’t get anymore answers from here I say we go out to find them. Which brings us to the main problem at hand. The realms are if ye allow me to be candid; one big bloody mess. Our peoples are suffering. I say we start to reduce that suffering, cause we cannot wait and give the shadows more time to encroach more and more of our lands. As of tomorrow, I will take up my wandering mantle again. Anyone willing to do the same can join me. By Veratul’s blessing I shall seek to end this and heal the land.”[/color]