Wilziver Nightingale is the name of a young Solar Gnome in a small quaint village on a small island of Vaqoril. Now, in this village named Disrolta is a group of farmers and everyday workers. My father and mother both work in the nearby mine to help supply the household. My mother though, was quite the intricate specimen. Everyday she would make her way to the Lake of Arivandra and do something.... One of these days I decided to follow her. Twas midnight when I sneaked out of the house and ever so carefully followed. Passing by the tall scary trees and the hymns of what sounds like ghost and possibly even ghouls near by, i carried on. Suddenly she stops at the shore of the lake where i see her begin the lie down and start to elevate slowly into the sky above. In pure confusion I rush out to try and help her, my hand makes its way and grazes her uplifting body then POOF it vanishes before my eyes. At this time I was a young gnome no older than 15. My blood began to boil and my hair started to change colors, in pure rage and confusion i let out my scariest gnome shout i could possibly bring upon. Suddenly things get dark, very dark and its the point where my vision becomes foggy and eventually pitch black. I heard  a whisper, I focus in to try to determine whats going on and what i'm hearing. A light in the dead center of my vision, I start to see the lake that was afoot from before. Slowly the black radiating infused orb which seems to be leaking a corrupted energy rises. The whisper begins to become louder asking me to come closer. Every passing moment I move my hand towards the orb, it gets louder and I start feeling sick to my stomach. I press forward and reach out and claim the orb and crush it within my fist. I find myself in my cabin confused, lightheaded and disoriented. I don't remember how long its been, but it feels like an eternity. I rise from my bed and walk down the dark hallway of a cabin and begin to reach for the front door. Without a second thought, I walk outside and see a puddle of water from last nights storm. I go to splash some water into my face when I see my own reflection. A jolt of instant horror cowards me, my right eye is black. One of the few things I remember about my past self is my eyes. They have been a deep orange ever since I was a lad. I quickly come to accept reality, which is odd because it doesn't feel quite right. Upon further self-reflection my psyche, is in shambles and it feels covered in an unknown aura. Time begins to feel as if its unbalanced, time is relative to my perception of it. A week goes by and i'm interrupted in my slumber. An attack of skeletons and ghouls are raiding my village. Normally I would go and help but, I feel as if its not right for me to interfere. I grab my few items lying around my room and head to the coast of the island, without any hesitation I walk straight out with a grin on my face as I hear the noises of skeletons mauling the civilians of Disrolta. I've heard of a group of wizards in Onidia they may perhaps be able to help me understand, what exactly happened. I've conjured some rations for my journey to Onidia. This journey is long, treacherous and forbidden to leave the island. Luckily I find a misplaced boat I hop on board and set sail. Not a single bone in my body is sad and reluctant about my decision. As young Wilziver travels his way to Onidia, he discovers a dark power buried deep within. He trains just about everyday to fine tune his magical prowess in a vindictive and passionate matter. 17 dark years go by, Wilziver Nightingale has arrived at the dock of Onidia, a sense of a dark presence surrounds him as well as an equally powerful solar and infernal energy. He makes his way into a town called Razminak where a popular bar is, seeking confirmation about what he knows... As to where this story continues, is a grand tale that is yet to be unraveled.