Twas the wedding anniversary of a quiet, young couple; They danced through the night, embracing each other into their arms, remembering the life they've had together, and anxiously waiting for the time together they have to come. Yet as the night grew into early morning hours, a banging on the couples front door broke the rhythm of the music and dance. Standing before the Lady of the house, as she greeted whoever stumbled upon their household, was a rather gothic man.

"A message from our great Theedia."

As the blade sank into the Lady's stomach, she fell and landed on the now blood-washed floorboards. The music and dance came to a blood-curdling screamly end; and the mysterious man disappeared like a phantom.

With the house now haunted with only a ghost of the innocent woman sacrificed for her artifact, a most beautiful wedding ring, The now retired warrior opened the dusty crate. Determined to recontent himself, without his wife's presence, he displayed to himself his Armour, Weapon, and Shield. Originally the dented, over-used battle clothing was the only thing in-between their marriage. However, the attire was not being used for crime this time; Rather the opposite. With only the clue of "A Great Theedia", the warrior boarded up his house and set upon his journey.