Eons ago, in the aftermath of the War of Humanity, judgement was passed upon a rogue Aldar, and a sentence of unending servitude begun. Bound for eternity to the Goddess Lorielan, with She as much his prisoner as he Hers, the Aldar's descent from truculence, to bitterness, to misery, depression, and a burning longing for a death denied by Logosian decree, was inevitable and absolute.

In the modern day, legends of the Aldar's magnificence persist- their legacy of peerless craftsmanship, wonders of magic, marvels of science, technology, and tales of a golden age unmatched by any that followed was enough to rouse even the most cynical and jaded of adventurers to awe and fascination.

Eurice Al'Jafri was neither. Bewitched by stories of the Firstborn and driven by a desperation to advance her Psionic craft, she craved a living, breathing Aldar as a tutor. Unable to reach Han-Tolneth in the Parthren Gare, she instead travelled to Siorraidh, in search of the last remaining Aldar on the prime: the tortured, miserable figure of Han-Silnar.

Proving herself through a series of tests relayed through ancient forms of communication, Eurice's excitement and interest rose to a fevered pitch as she contemplated grand designs, dreamed of wielding incredible power, and perhaps - if she let her mind wander far enough - fulfilling the ancient prophecy of Caymus himself.

Noticing the disturbances of her prisoner, the Jade Empress paid a personal visit to Eurice, warning her of Han-Silnar's lone desire: for death, by any means, at any cost.

The Lady's words were mirrored by the advice of the Dark Father, who counselled the importance of informed choices, and actions based on accurate information.

They would fall on deaf ears.

Penned by My hand on the 14th of Chronos, in the year 861 AF.