On a storming planet of grey cliffs and hanging castles, lies within a being once dead but now living. You saunter through the empty, cold stone walls of a once grand castle. You find yourself in a throne room, and sitting upon it is a thin figure, clad in magenta robes. His pale skin and black lips betray a somber frown. Lord Transyl sits before on his throne."

"Who goes there?" He says somberly "Who dares to enter the presence of Lord Transyl?"