Prologue:
In the wake of victory, when the final battle was won, the Eight Legendary Warriors were received with great cheer. Their story was brought across nations, across continents, across time itself it endured.
No matter how one loathed another, they always had one thing in common: they knew the Eight Legendary Warriors. Isaac, Felix, Garet, Jenna, Ivan, Sheba, Mia and Piers.
These were the adepts. Now that alchemy had been returned to Weyard, adepts were surfacing all across the land. But many seized power with their new ability. In the Text of Adventure, the One had warned humanity of this: that one day a terrible lord would rise to enslave his fellow human. It was also said in the Text of Felix, lying on his death bed: "My friends, don't quarrel. Speak but to the land that it shall always be so. Pray but to the stars that it will come and be gone."
For many years and decades and centuries, Weyard heeded this warning. It was not long before paranoia became suspicion, and suspicion caution, and caution a memory, fading in the labyrinths of history.
