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"Who gazes from beyond the veil?"
[ We, the arbiters of the World's machinations. ]
"What is thine purpose?"
[ To preserve the integrity of the World's principles. ]
"Who is thine enemy?"
[ They, who desecrate the World's mysteries. ]
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Access granted. Welcome to the Avida, Einherjar.
- The World undergoes an infinite cycle of rebirth and destruction.
For epoch, the duty of overseeing this unending cycle fell upon the shoulders of a single deity; The Arbiter of the World's Machinations, the Deus Ex Machina, 'Avida'. As eons pass, the God's body and mind eroded, as all things do with the inevitable passing of time. However, even in the absence of God, the cogs of machinery behind the fabric of the world must spin onward, and the mere thought of an aimless, perpetual cycle without a shepherd to guide it toward a better ending, terrified Avida, more so than its own encroaching demise.
And thus, as its own impending end approached, the God devised a plan; it would refine its divine authority to build and rebuild the world into a 'system' mortalkind could operate, and the authority of absolute control over the system would be passed down unto few select mortals, and to their sons and daughters after them. It fell now upon mortals to oversee the very cycle that governed their world.
"To you, you three honourable Magi, I bestow upon you a fragment of divine authority. With it, shape the flow of these rivers of time and chart the course of destiny; for the reincarnation of the world falls now unto your hands.
To mortalkind, I bestow each a sliver of God’s power; let magic flow through the world like blood through veins, and let it prosper and shine ever more radiant throughout the cycles. This is my humble wish; and this is your noble mission. Let the world smile ever brighter with each reincarnation, until you reach the ‘happy end’ we once so desired."
Even as life faded from the God's mechanical body, it rebuilt its corpse into the terminal through which the World System could be accessed; 'Yggdrasil'. And, the few mortal men that were granted the God's divine authority banded together into an organization that they named in honor of their fallen God; 'The Archivists of Avida'.
Though the three founders of the Archivsts faithfully upheld their sacred duty of arbitrating over the world's death and rebirth, the God failed to account for the impermanence of men, even despite the revelation of its own limited lifespan. Eventually, the extended lifespans of the three Founders also came to pass, and their duty fell upon their successors, and the successors of those thereafter. And, such is human nature, it was logically and feasibly impossible to quell ambition and the differing beliefs held by mortal men.
The world, and its life cycle would begin to change.
Deeming widespread Magic to be a threat to Avida, the gift God had granted to every living creature was plundered from them, and hidden away behind veils of secrecy, instead, giving way for technology to advance to a ruinous point of no return. With each 'death' of the world, its demise became more disastrous than the last, and increasing tragedy would follow the meddling to the world by the Archivists. Not only were the Archivists stumped in steering the world away from its inevitable, tragic end, they had unknowingly expedited the process.
Come the current cycle of the world; 1990BW-Δ. The Archivists toil tirelessly to correct the course of the world, endlessly studying apocalypses of previous reincarnations in a futile attempt to map the path toward the 'happy end' the God once so desired.
