The plains of Il-Volruil are silent
Its grasses sway gently

The light of the liquid moon
Hangs heavy overhead

Though calm and undisturbed
None dare venture there

For in its ruins
Does a strange thing lurk

A twisted creature
From a time long lost

A being that holds
Two cardinal tales

The child's tale
Of a misunderstood protector

And the fearful man's tale
Of a dark and malignant spirit