Hail thee Istaria!

As I awaken from a very long and deep rest, I find thyself with recollection lost and memories forgotten. How long have I slept, I do wonder? Vague and distant rememberance of a once powerful and mighty Battle Mage, led Order and vanquished evil blight. Now frail and old, unable to locate thy home, was it Aughundel, I ponder? What happened to thy guild kin and friends!? I am now lost but feel this everlasting energy, a vortex, calling me to return sovereignty to thy distant land. Do I possess the power to do so? With help, perhaps but who will lead me back to thy home?! Am I remembered by any? Forgotten by all!? Thy name is Frons Von Frik!! Who will graciously aid thy return!? Will I once again reunite with land and kingdom, friends and foes? I call for unity, I yell for hope! Huzzah!!!