In the glow of candlelight, he sat in an old, creaky chair at a small desk of solid mahogany. Upon the desk he laid a heavy tome, freshly bound – its leather cover smooth to the touch; its pages crisp and carrying the enticing aroma of newness. Carefully, reverently, two fingers opened the cover, revealing the first page – blank.
A small smile.
Taking a quill in hand, he dabbed the tip in a jar of ink, and began to write:
The Legends of Ultima and the Dark Days of Sosaria.
A Story by Erebus
One morning, in the city of Trinsic, a paladin rose to train…
And so the man wrote, long into the night.