Darling Mortal Readers,

A mortal's psyche is flexible, varying from being to being. Yet, how much pressure does it take to snap it? I thought I held all the knowledge one needed to destroy a psyche, but it seems that my talents have dulled. It started when a force unknown to the Gods locked us up in the dratted Void. A dismal, boring place for any of us but especially for me. I grew used to traveling back and forth from my own realm, toying with those I encountered. Snapping the psyches’ of my demons has always been one of my favorite pastimes. Mortals are no more than snacks for me, the occasional treat that wanders into the realm. The stronger they are of will, the smokier of flavor. The recent boredom of the Void has led me to begin testing the true reach of my powers. Aurelia Berrid, Princess of Drakore and heir apparent, is the current focus of my newest experiment. I can't imagine I will be unable to break her with all that I have planned. I am a God and no one can deny a God in the end. I won't stop at her either, I shall see all around her crumble into dust blowing on their precious wind. Perhaps in the end if she proves difficult I could attempt to mold her. Though I don't know if once I do that anyone could ever call her a mortal again.

~Tixdarr Lord of the Dead

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