We find ourselves observing a group.

Perhaps friend, maybe enemies.

At this point, no one is sure.

Looking down from the heavens, it's easy to see the mortals is lesser.

Just a trifling pack scrapping to eke out a cruel existence in a world of my design.

I don't see it so.

This world that mortals call home isn't a proving ground or a question to be answered.

It is a place of existence, a thing of beauty not meant to be understood.

Mortals tie all manner of meaning to their existence existence be it through gods or wealth or an unseen

motivation that drives them forward life is a fickle thing but I tell you their choices are

their own there is no fate or imperative and no lack of free will my creations have their choice to do what they will.

And in the face of great evil, some rise to the challenge.

In times like these, every happenstance or coincidence is seen as fate.

It is not so.

The world and all its things belong to them.

I merely observe.

I am Gisarian, and this is my creation.

Adventure.

A path paved with bravery and treacher, a path paved with bravery and treachery, a pursuit of hope.

One that a hero must tread.

And with the evils of this world only growing stronger,

the time is now for a new adventure to begin.

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