He threw his stones playfully in his wondrous pool
Didn't expect to see and feel
the pain of a million crying'

Magi too old to go on a long and treacherous journey
But as the seer of visions, he must form the company

With both mortal and immortal folk they tread
Down an unknown road...the paths of the Dead
With a flaming sword and a healing hand
They slew orcs and shadows and broke their arrows
And painted the Earth red

A bent old man with friends in his company
Halfling, Dwarf, Elf and Ranger
It's a sight to see
He'll lead them thru ruins and secret doors
Sword in hand, mindful of danger...
No remorse.

Seer of Visions...