I have traveled through the Ebon Gates on the Plateau of Forever, seen the highest peaks of the Misty Mountains and looked down into the dark swirling mists of The Devils Footprint.
I have delved deep within foul Skull Tower, wintered on the northern border of far Ghorfar where the Blue Barbarian Amazons wield their deadly skills and felt the oppressive heat rising from the jungles of Green Hell far to the south.
I have ridden the trails with brave men and craven, mad men and priests; I have known warriors, thieves, mages, treasure seekers, glory hounds, fools and wisemen. I call Deodanths my blood enemies, Dwarves stout hearted, Elves fools and Centaurs gallant foes. I have seen true honor and nobility in the bug folk called Phraints and courage unheard of from Halfling bakers.
I know the terrors of the Night of the Black Solstice, the fear that grips men when Amazons close to battle screaming like Furies from legend and the sweet thrill of victory when the last foe dies or flees the field. I've seen the deadly ballet of combat between TIE fighter and Dragon played out with lethal finality over the Mountains of Madness. I've fought in the blood games of Melnibone, traded skins with a Marmachandian merchant and walked the streets of Talismonde' side by side with Vampyr and Paladin companions.
I've searched for the Yabander stone, found the Blood of Sorkar, and once I saw Stormbringer unsheathed and lived to tell the tale!
I welcome home those who've been there, and to those who've just begun the trip, you're in for the ride of your lives!