Monologue of the WatcherI have come to an astonishing, earth shattering, brain boggling, dire chinchilla shocking, end-of-the-universe-and-everything-in-it conclusion! What, you ask, is this holy revelation? I have discovered through use of my massive intellect that the people are dumb. Very. Very. Dumb.
I create this wonderful new land for them and wait and wait AND WAIT FOR THEM TO ARRIVE and for a time things are grand. They discovered fire and nightshade (and in retrospect I see how both of these were bad ideas); they built monuments and fell in love (also in retrospect perhaps I should have included guides or lessons in both field). Learning curves aside things were pretty happening.
And then trouble struck.
The people started to fight. There was famine. There was fire. Golems and goblins ran amok. Worst of all the dire chinchillas from Bob's world invaded my world! (Thanks for nothing, Bob).
I quickly realised that unless I did more than just watched I would find myself watching grass grow. Been there.
The Origin of DeathDeath is not the original entity known as Death. He was in fact once a human being by the name of Olson the Wise. He was a middle-aged scholar of the arcane and a leading authority on ancient worlds. Olson the Wise was a part of the Terra Lords, a society of mages whose only goal was to learn about the unseen world around them. Their home was the peaceful kingdom of Argola. However, it would be his ambitions and curiosity that would lead to his slow, but sure destruction.
It was on a starry, midsummer night deep within the catacombs of Seneca that Olson the Wise and a fellow member of the Terra Lords found a sealed room. Inside the room were mounds of abandoned scrolls waiting to be discovered again. Most were eaten away by the passage of time; too fragile to take form their musty shelves. The ones that could be taken were and for the next month, the two Terra Lords feverously worked on translating the archaic scrolls back at their home in the city of Delvesia. Only after the last scro