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In ancient days, a man sat upon a rocky cliff, watching a storm brewing out upon an endless expanse ocean. His armour lay beside him, his bastard sword discarded a few feet away. He sat, watching the lightning dancing upon the waves, and pondered a simple question: Why?
Why is their good and evil? Why is their violence and death, and why, for that matter, does life exist? Why do people love, why do people hate?
Why is the world the way it is?
Vowing to discover the answers to the world’s secrets, he gathered up his sword and armour and set off on his mission.
Several weeks later, he found himself trailing a group of thieves. They had stolen several tomes of ancient lore from a tower and had left the owner – a young wizard – knocking on death’s door. Discovering the thieves’ hideout, the warrior entered cautiously, but soon found himself face to face with over a dozen armed men. Although badly outnumbered, he fought gallantly and managed to disable most of his opponents in short order.
Unfortunately, the thieves’ leader was a powerful sorcerer; a spell of paralysis managed to stop the young warrior in his tracks. He was immediately overwhelmed and killed.
The warrior’s vows to find and protect knowledge were so strong however that even death could not prevent him from honouring them. He arose, sword in hand, and advanced upon the sorcerer. The thieves attacked again, stabbing and slashing at him, and killing him once more.
Again he got up, his dedication to his cause defying the powers of the gods of death. Seeing this unrelenting, unkillable warrior advancing upon them once more was too much for thieves, who promptly fled. The sorcerer tried in vain to destroy this man, and was quickly killed for his efforts.
Gathering the books, the young man journeyed back to the wizard’s tower to return the tomes to their owner. Upon arrival, he discovered that the wizard had died. After a quick funeral, he decided to stay in the tower to learn all he could from the deceased wizard’s library.
Over the years, the warrior – who now called himself the Eternal – found more and more instances of people using knowledge for evil purposes. This angered him, for although he did all he could to stop it, there was just too much for him to handle by himself. Rather than give up out of frustration, the Eternal sought out like-minded people and gathered them around him, teaching them to fight evil and training them in the ways of the scholar. Within the space of a few months, the first batch of students was ready; they were the first members of the Knights of the Eternal Order.