Greetings, welcome to the woods of Learsi, a world where the supernatural isn’t common place, but neither is it a rare occurrence.

There are many characters in Learsi, some good, some unbelievably evil. Right now I’d like to tell you about Loheim’s key warrior for righteousness. Ashel is his name and standing up for his God is his game. In his younger days, Ashel was champion warrior of king Domneek, but those days are long past. All of that generation is dead, all except Ashel that is. He remains alive to be Loheim’s only prophet because he loves Loheim with heart, soul, and mind. (Though, if you cared to ask him, he would rather be at eternal rest with his comrades and friends than in his evil saturated world, being the lone ranger of light. A right too, he has to feel this way because-)

Wait.....that’s him, walking down the path. Let’s observe him quietly now, and you can see for yourself what he is like. See how he is slightly bent and leans heavily on his ever present staff? A sure sign of old age, or is he just supporting a burden that no one man should be required to carry? Look at that full head of white hair and that long, white beard. Well almost white. Prophets aren’t often offered the luxury of a bath. There is his blue cloak around his shoulders. The Stigam people call him a fool, for he wears this cloak rain or shine, cold or not. Strangely though, he never seems unduly warm nor has anyone seen him shiver, even on cold nights without a fire. These nights are many, because friends of Lohiem make many enemies in Learsi and these days, you never know what a nightly fire might attract.

What was that?! You snapped a twig under your foot! Very clumsy! I don’t think you’re going to last long here in Learsi. Shhh! Be very still now. He’s looking directly at us! Does he see us? Ah, he’s shaking his head as though reprimanding himself for being so paranoid. Lucky for us. Did you see the top of his staff glow blue for an instant? Many are the times that Lohiem has worked through that staff and Ashel often times strikes out first and asks questions later. That’s one of the reasons why he has survived so long in Leirsi. That, and the fact that Loheim’s hand is upon him. Do you remember his face as he looked up? Have you ever seen such a face? By his wrinkles you could judge his age to be about seventy years, but look again at his eyes. Gray/green on the outside of the iris and brown closer to the pupil, they can pierce like a hawks. Don’t just see the surface though. Look into his eyes. Such deep feelings of, what is it.... sadness? Yes sadness. Years, ages of sadness. Old sadness and new sadness, but something else too. There is a confidence and a security in those eyes. Confidence in a loving God and security in His power. The rest of his face is plain, heavy white eyebrows, a sharply defined nose that reminds one of an eagle’s beak, and a normal mouth drawn into a line. Yes a plain face, except for those eyes. They don’t belong in that face. They belong in one who has passed through the film of death into the life beyond, for they contain wisdom gained beyond mortal experience.

He has passed into that clearing over there. It appears to have a bit of stone work in the middle of it. I think it is a doorway, a doorway that comes from nowhere and leads to the same place. Ashel is keeling now, praying to Loheim no doubt. For what he is praying, is not for us to know. It is one of the small mysteries that surrounds Ashel like a fog. Is he asking his God for strength, or speaking on behalf of his people?

Aha! He is rising now. Surly he is taller now then when we saw him walking the path. He must be at least six foot tall. I see. He is no longer bent over and now he is raising both hands to the sky. His staff is in his right hand. Quick! See his silhouette against the twin moons of Learsi? He is neither thin nor obese, maybe a bit lanky, but by no means weak. His arms and hands look to be as strong as any youth’s. Listen! He is shouting to the sky in that strange language he knows! His face is up lifted in defiance, praise and... awe? What is he saying? “Yah” ? “Way”? What does it mean? Look now! His staff flares blue, a great wind has risen in the clearing to become a whirl wind! Leaves are flying everywhere! Ashel’s hair is being whipped about his face. However, his expression is not one of fear, it is one of joy! There! A bolt, a crack of blue light traces from his staff to the door! The door is on fire! There is blue light shining about, around, and through it! The whirlwind is constricting, tighter and tighter until it is a thick line of racing, spinning air going up to about the height of the doorway.

"Go!" Ashel shouts with authority. The wind races to the doorway and disappears through it!

The clearing is suddenly stilled. The door still pulses blue light, but it is its own light now and Ashel’s staff is fading. Slowly, Ashel lowers his arms, but his face still maintains that look of joy. Now he is kneeling in prayer again.

The door into nothing shines again! Lohiem's prophecy to king Domneek has been fulfilled and Ashel, the prophet/warrior did the fulfilling! You saw it yourself! Surely here is a man of God!