Do you remember being a child? Do you recall the fear you had of the darkness? The shadows? I'm sure that you do, but I must ask you to delve into that feeling again. For only in that way, can I tell my tale... 

See, once in a land far to the North of the town of Bree, where the sun didn't burn quite as warm and the summer didn't look quite as wondrous; there was a land, and that land had been given the name of Dale. Alas, do not get carried away by my idle and merry story-telling, dear reader.

For my tale is a grim one. It is a tale of blood, darkness and fear. For the beautiful wilderness, the mossy hills, the whistling streams, and the ever-longing songs of birds can easily deceive. For Dale is a land of ever lurking dangers, thus also the scene for many a tragic tale. The tale of Vegrimr, a tragedy as well indeed. But it is that tale, which I intend to share.  

I wonder.. Perhaps you have seen him? The stranger from the North? The Mad Man? You think perhaps that I'm a fool, to brand a man mad before my tale has even begun. But I say, he is indeed mad and soon you shall know why. For his life is stained with great peril and dark memories. Many of them shall I share with you, dear reader, eventually. But for now let me only say, that if you so desire to approach this strange and wicked Northerner. I do so implore you to be wary, for one might never know his true intent.  

(Changes may come, as this is merely a place-holder till something a bit more detailed comes to mind.)