Ernst Greywood

Lights Lead to Falholot
The lights called to Ernst Greywood from his dreams. The soft yellow orange glow of lights reflected off the calm waters of what Ernst would come to know was the Velstmorad Sea. The lights danced in his vision at night, yet there was always something darker, just at the edge of his vision, that he could never catch. The darkness meant nothing to a man enthralled by the glowing lights and the undulating waves. After weeks of the dreams the call of the lights interfered with his sleep and Ernst began to go nights without rest. Days soon turned to weeks and Ernst began to see the lights swimming in his vision, even without the sweet respite of slumber.

Ernst would come to hate the lights. Hate that they kept him rest. Hate that he would never know where they could be found. But mostly, hate that he was not able to bathe in their glow and finally receive rest.

Five months after the dreams starter, after his lack of sleep has brought him to his breaking point, Ernst picked up everything he had and left his home in Amarillo to find the lights and end his suffering.

The journey was long, and set backs were many as Ernst traversed his way through the kingdoms of Eldham. However, the lights of his dreams began to serve as a compass to Ernst. He was drawn as a moth is drawn to a flame. The power of the lights, the radiance of the yellow orange glow, only seemed to grow stronger as he ventured to the southwest. To Ernst it was almost as if the sun never set, the incandescence of the lights so overpowering in his vision. He went without food for days as he engaged in his single minded search for the lights that haunted his dreams and his waking hours. Eventually, Ernst was able to find the first of the lights scattered to the north of a far flung island nation called Falholt.

When he first laid eyes on the lights that bloomed from the ocean floor Ernst could only sit in his boat and let the current take him from one pillar to the next. The glow seemed to stretch out to Ernst and touch him. At first Ernst was comforted by the lights. He paddled up to one of the pillars and put his hands on the glass and felt the warmth of the light pushing its way through. Tears streamed down his face as Ernst finally realized that he would be able to sleep. To rest. To take his thoughts away from the waking world and the lights that had come to dominate his life.

Ernst feel asleep in his boat and when he awoke he found that he had been washed up on the small island of Falholt, a member of the Commonwealth of Falholt. The lights had left his vision and in its place he saw an unfinished building and space to grow on this small island. Ernst saw this as an opportunity to make a new life. He was unsure what would happen to him if he were to ever leave the glow of the lights behind. Would his vision blur? Would he no longer be able to fall asleep and remove himself from the torment of the day? Ernst did not want to take any chances. Ernst could live his life with the lights, their soft smolder giving him peace and rest. Were these lights a cage, or a key that had set Ernst free…