*As the fog from the brick path, shrouded by overgrown brush and trees rushes away; a misty figure starts to vaguely form in the distance* "Greetings fellow ponderer, deep thinker and enlightened acolyte of darkness! I'm M-kulal Arur." (you notice this is a laguange you recognize) *Your eyes widen* As your brain boils the old rusty hebrew you never actually attemped to learn to the tip of your tongue. You nervously whimper under your breath, "Damned"! A sweet, tender, almost caring voice replies. "Indeed, and impressive most do not regonize the significance of my name." (The figure eerily focuses, it's much closer than last perceived) A figure forms, the once outline of a female is now much clearer. She speaks once again. "Join me, help me form one of gaia's richest, most envied and damned *the sound of that word! It send wild chills rushing down your spine, just the way she says it as if no big deal.* guild! Join our alliance, win millions of gold in contests, as my kind of evil loves to make everyone a little richer!" *The fog envelopes the mysterious grove again. The brush blocks the path, but a voice lingers* "Choose wisley."