[imported_Rackull]

*from within a shroud an eye pops out looking from the dark far corner towards all those that present themselves*

Fouls!! *this entity calls them while rising slowly to show only a thin, weak, bald, old looking figure similar to a man*

Thy hearts have been deceived as the souls of the Ancients; Sosaria is scattered!! Look not for the reality of your eyes but to the feeling of thy souls. Thou art a scent of a past to be repeated in the future moons to come

*A book comes out from the shroud with an heavily scent of death and blood coloured colour onto its heavy chained covers*

Within these my arms I grab the deeds of the future, the stories to tell, and the names that will be forgotten *The book opens within this man arms making several of the present ones to step back once*

Look *says Ilwrath while the steps are not noticed anymore as if a shadow was claming this entity to the darkness of night* who art thee?

I am the shadow of daylight and the darkness of night *As the shroud gently touches those that stand still by his path, names start to appear within this book in flames*

Look at thy souls, thy names … *this strange figure disappears completely within the warm blanket of night letting all present in a strange frozen silence*

[OOC: Well a little presentation of the weird mind of your very own Rackull *grins wickedly*]