Acadia, a world torn by wars one thousand years ago, plagued mainly by the War of Mordites. The Mordites were an ancient secret society that practiced arcane arts. They would summon all sorts of creatures, even those that could not be controlled. For all of those that could not be controlled, they were left to roam freely wrecking much havoc. People would occasionally attempt to vanquish these abnormalities. From these quests, myths and legends were derived. There may or may not have been mystic folk lending hands. There has never been proof, but it has been assumed that since there can exist the bizarre creatures of the Mordites, there can exist the secretive mystic folk. Of those that participated in these daring ventures, many were killed, but the number lost there was nowhere close to the amount destroyed in the War of Mordites.

            It started as a border dispute between the kingdoms Norte and Grayce. Then, it escalated into a full scale war as the armies began fighting on foreign land. The war dragged on for so many years that the cause of the war was forgotten. By now, the armies were not only fighting other armies. They were also encountering the summoned creatures of the Mordites. Some of these creatures were lethal. Thus began the first Reign of Terror, a panic for safety. Out of the confusion and fray rose a leader, a man by the name of Brisben, who founded the idea of Brisenism, otherwise known as the anti-magic movement. Anyone suspected of being a Mordite was executed. Parties were assembled to hunt down the Mordites and their creatures. Mages, wizards, and even healers were killed. This was the second Reign of Terror. It is not certain how many of those killed were actually Mordites. The Lady Morrigan founded a haven on an island. Thousands flocked there.

Lord Thomas is my name. I own the small isle, Cove Island. I have a huge castle there. I often rent the place to a group of scholarly individuals, as they consider themselves, known as the Knights Synclause. I have never been able to figure out where the name is derived from. On this night, which I knew the castle to be empty, I returned from a voyage with three of my companions. Sir Keith. Lady Selene, and Sir Lester. We strolled along the paths in the gardens in the evening and then retreated into the castle. There, we walked some more and conversed. I showed them several rooms. On the sixth floor, Cole, my collie, barked. There were voices coming from a room. I would have never brought them there if I had known of the meeting. The five of us peeked in. The Knights Synclause.

There was an irritated looking man at the podium in front of a hooded body of scholars. By him sat four bloodhounds. Cole growled softly. At this, the man spotted us. We froze. He nodded toward us. The hounds rushed at us. We stayed where we were for a moment. Then, Lady Selene and Sir Keith ran. They pulled me after them, but I struggled free. I believed that the situation could have been a diplomatic one. How wrong I was! Two of the hounds chased after Lady Selene and Sir Keith. The other two leapt onto Sir Lester and, to my horror, tore him apart literally. I was horrified by the sight and fled for my life. Cole followed. I heard a growl behind me and looked back just in time for one of the hounds to knock me flat on my face. Cole pushed the hound over and fiercely defended me. The bloodhound got the best of him though. Cole was wounded. I waited for the uncivilized tearing to begin. Nothing happened. The man ordered the hounds off Cole and me. I was spared for the moment because I had rented the castle to the Knights Synclause. Before the man could finish, I rushed in the direction Sir Keith and Lady Selene had fled. While I was running, I heard loud frantic screaming. I hesitated. The screaming brought back images of what had happened to Sir Lester. I shook away the thoughts quickly and resumed my flight. The path led to a dead end; a room with a window overlooking the sea. The two hounds were growling by the window. I despaired. Lade Selene and Sir Keith had jumped out on a free fall. They were more than likely dead, but as I gazed at the ferocious hounds, I was grateful that at least the hounds had not been able to reach them. I prayed for forgiveness. The man called my name. He had entered the room…-Thomas