"Once there was nothing, a great chaos of nothing. Then there was order. Order came from the nothing and created the materium, the physical world, and in its quest for control, it created disparity, and from disparity came corruption, and the immaterium, the non-physical worlds beyond the event horizon. The two battled, and broke upon each other for an age, forging weapons of immense size and power across the voids of materium and imamaterium. Then there was the Third, and the Third was given the first choice, continue along the path of broken futility, or descend, and at the cost of oblivion become more. Then there was more, then there was life. The first life broke and shattered at the cost of the Third and the first death, but then came more, and life spread to all corners of existence, to even the depths of space, the children of the Third. Order fell first, and broke, leaving its scattered ashes across life, giving them the desire for more, faith in something greater and all the pain it causes. Corruption fell slower, and broke into shards, gods in between the cracks of oblivion, some intent upon seizing the forming existence, others content to await the day their time would come, as all that is, is doomed to break and die. This was the inception of our existence, of which our small universe is only a very small part of. Before this universe there was another, in which the bastards of corruption attempted to force entry into this reality at the heat death of the universe, to become consumers of the next one after, they built cults and bade them to work in the places they could not reach, and readied their entrance, what they did not suspect that the little monsters that had infested this existence had the gall to oppose them. When that reality broke apart beneath the strain of dying suns, expanding black holes and tears in time and space, the great old ones came, and found an army awaiting them. From across time and space they came, life of all forms and sizes, from all places in time they had come, some in ships so great they seemed suns unto themselves, other creatures the size of moons, and all with their hearts burning a madness so great as to struggle against the gods. Of the tens of millions of sentients that stood against the gods, three thousand four hundred and twenty six survived. These would found the order of the wanderer, the order which you we’re just inducted to. So tell me little skin thing who stands in the halls of your elders, who are you?" [Wake up.] Traveller's Tale By: Highlander V1.001 (Bollock edition) Background Welcome to the Homeworld of Ae kid, this is where we all come back to at the end of the day, here we are eternal. But eternity is boring, right? Now, I have a few forms for you to sign, just a formality if your grabber already applied the tests to make sure your mind won't explode, you'll survive upgrading and that you're not a totally nonredeemable shit, we have to keep administration sated. Name – C’mon, I know they say brevity is the wit of the soul but I’ve got to put something down. Male- Are you sure that’s not a German sausage in your trousers? Female- Are you sure those aren't oranges in your shirt? Just joshing you, we get all sorts of queer sorts here, it’s impossible to judge when your best friends are a sentient dingo and a Tuasi Prostitute, generally you have to be a bit of a freak to be willing to take the jump. Suppose it depends on what the culpable definition of freak is from where you came from though. And in the end, your limitations end here, what you were, doesn't matter now. Speaking of which where were you from? You've got to look back before you move forward, or else you’re just going to walk into a metaphorical wall. Or a real wall. -Ancient Indus; City Denizen | You are a child of the first great human civilization before even Summeria and China, tall with tan skin and a superb understanding of technology well ahead of your time, you we’re a denizen of one of the great cities that popped up along the great rivers of the Indus and we’re the first to enjoy running water, electricity and art. But all that was taken from you when the famine and disease brought the states to war, and you we’re cast out to an unforgiving world. Until you met a wanderer in the desert territory of the Balouci, a woman who can't possibly be human... (Mid-tech understanding adaptability, urbanite, Free Companion: Lethice) -Imperial China; Court Dweller | You are a child of the Celestial Empire in one of its earliest forms. Underneath the mandate of heaven, you served the Zhou who had held peace for many centuries before, until Political disunity and a disputed succession tore the country apart and plunged the heavenly kingdom into a war that would rack it for centuries with feuding warlords vying for the crown, for a member of the court who was both loyal and close to the old Imperial family this would certainly be a death sentence, that is if a stranger who visited your ruined hall hadn't made you an offer... (Low-Tech understanding Natural Beauty, Penmanship, Noble bearing, Free Companion: Lux Lubarp) -Collapse Period Rome; Glorious Roman| You are a Roman, of the greatest empire to stand upon the face of Europe and strike down any who opposed her, at least until those pesky Goths and Persians came along. You saw your city sacked, and the provinces crumble, all thanks to the idiocy of your Emperor, the abandonment by the legions and your own sickened people. You tried to fight, but they we’re too many. It would either be death, or fleeing to the city of Constantine under the eastern emperor, but it would seem fate has other plans for you in this bloody world... (Mid-Tech understanding, Natural Physique, Martial Training, Tactician, Free Item: Aspis of Lycurgus) -Old Mesopotamia; Runaway Noble| You are a child of the two rivers in the land of mud and Gilgamesh, birthplace of story and language, the very cradle of civilization. The land had hardly been peaceful however, conflict was common, be it between the farmers in their fields, the rival priesthoods, the families in charge of the cities and the cities themselves. You had the misfortune of being on the losing side of one such war, but lady luck has one last card for you to help you escape... (Low-tech Understanding, Natural Beauty, Silver Tongue, Mathematical Genius, Free Item: Weather Maker) -Umayyad Caliphate; Rogue Lightbringer | You are a child of Zoroaster, one of the last of the Persians to bend their knee to the great Caliph in Damascus as he battles against the Hindu and Christian kingdoms in a struggle for domination which he may well win. You thought when the stranger in shining metal with enough strength to strike down an army had caught you you would be killed, or worse, but Azur Mazda it seems watches you still... (Low-tech understanding, religious studies, Runner, Silver Tongue, Free Companion: Mezi 'The Burner') -Capet Medieval France; Disquiet Heretic | As a Jew who had been caught building a Golem, there was no lower you could sink, cast out from your community, your kin dead and at the mercy of a mayor that ruined you, you had sought out old magic, and come so close. And as you sat waiting for the fire to ignite at your feet, you realized something was wrong when the ground began to shake. Maybe god or something else is watching out for you... (High-tech understanding, Basic Ethereal Manipulation, Runemaster, Free Item: Greater Praha Golem) -Age of Migrations; Unchristian Tribal | You are a Child of Hiemskeier and Wodin, and you we’re the last to remember your gods, the others had forgotten them, all of them at the behest of the Latin priests. They took what they wanted, they forgot honor, and they died for a god too weak to fight his tyrants with a blade in hand. You are the last of the tribe of Rheine that listens to the trees and you just met a stranger in the blessed groves, a woman of inhuman nature who has offered you a bargain... (Low-tech understanding, Martial Training, Berserker, Woodsman, Free Companion: Andromnida) -Renaissance Italy; Political Dissident | You are the last rival of the Cariponi family in Venice and you know it, a man who bought the election with Turkish gold and Tuscan kisses, he has made it clear you are no longer welcome in the city you once called home. Doors no longer open, your last contacts in the east growing silent beneath the weight of the Turkish horde. Your day is done, and this world will forget you, but there are other worlds if you haven't been lied to by your latest contact, a dear horned woman who is the last one to call you friend... (Mid-tech understanding, Silver Tongue, Penmanship, Noble Bearing, Free Companion: Palastomius) -War of Roses England; Oldblooded Warrior| You are one of the Gallowglass who fought and would have died for Tyrone had an arrow not put you from the fight. You fought again as a mercenary for the King in the south, and you have failed again.