Beyond the Mist

Introduction: Notes to the Reader


To whom it will... probably concern,

       My name is Vincent Nathaniel Toprey. By way of age I'm twenty two, although the passage of days, let alone weeks is pretty difficult for me in my current, humble abode; prison. You'll get to all the how's and why's of that later. I have plenty of time to tell my story and getting the details just right has always been one of my few marketable skills, so bear with me here.

       What you'll  find on the forthcoming pages is nothing short of the absolute truth as I intend the world to know. Orkora is in terrible danger, and the nobles that swear to keep our interests at heart are condemning us to death out of fear and ignorance. They believe that the story I'm about to put to paper is a lie, meant to destroy our society and crumble the hierarchy into ashes. In their idiotic fashion they've managed to overlook me long enough for me to grab enough of the wooden gold to write the whole thing down, and I have an idea of how to get it out of this place and into the streets. Preferably before we all die a horrific death.

       If you haven't stopped reading by this point, then there's hope in you yet. I pray that you'll just keep on reading and spread my story, or drop it on the ground for someone else to pick up. Even if you think I'm insane, which I assure you I'm probably not, this might make for a good read, so go right on ahead. Your interest is vital if our world is to survive.

       This is the story. . .
              of what lies beyond the mist.