From the Wolds of the West, across the Seas of Lorth, came the long elf, Gyral. In wild and unfrequented realms he sought for truth and enlightenment of the mysteries of his world, a treacherous world infested with strange and evil life-forms, ferocious predators, riddled with countless perils. But for Gyral, curiosity was far more powerful than the fears that confronted him. Curiosity was his addiction; knowledge was his quest. He had heard of the great immortal city, the citadel of mystery and foreboding. It was the fabulous infamous city all outsiders feared to enter. Yet the bold wayfarer became obsessed by its existence; thus he sought to find it. On his far journeys, he would confront all evil obstacles, encounter the wizards of science, the wondrous characters, wild and weird communities. He visited the inns and taverns, braved the deep forests, and he relished the damsels. But he knew he must one day find and behold the phenomenon, thence brazenly enter into the citadel of Bilbabalbabul.
