He was a crazy old mage that seemed to have lived here since the beginning of time (or perhaps before that).

Sadly as all things must come to an end, he met his demise at the indirect hands of the blackened horde (or so it is assumed).

The Horde made its assault on his solitary tower, and he let loose with his wild and unruly fireballs.

He was last seen alive sitting amid the courtyard dressed in his dark blue robes with his raggedy old hat and staff in hand amid a torent of flames in an enormous circle about him.

The Horde could be seen on the outskirts of the ring of fire circling impatiently in waiting for the flames to disipate and seal the mage's doom.

The next morning all that was found was his cloak, his staff, and his raggedy old hat floating forsaken in the moat outside the castle walls.

Old One was never heard from again.

May his sould find its peace.