*Notices are strung up in every nation and settlement*   I, Ogdan Frostbeard, have returned to the surface. To see the place I once called home empty no cheering in the halls, no clamor of joy, just emptyness. I returned to my desert home only to find it ransacked and torn apart. I am deeply saddened by not the materials I lost. But the sentimental value of some of those things that were taken from me. I am asking everyone who has heard my name, seen my inventions, or read my writings