Some Context...

We are the guardians of a Legacy. We remember...

We remember a time without magic. A time of natural wonder and discovery. A time when Earth flourished and our people dwelt in relative harmony.

We remember magic's return. How it seemed liked a never-ending staircase spiralling around the ever-growing pillar of our people's arcane knowledge and skill.

We remember the Aayrn. The rips they caused in the very fabric of reality when they invaded our planet.

We remember the ruins. The ruins, not of a species or a civilization, but of an entire dimension torn asunder by a rampaging vermin.

We remember our flight. The endless march through the Barrier between dimensions, constantly hounded by the same hordes that had forced us from our place.

We remember our escape. The moment it became clear that our plan would work - the glow of the Barrier's gates when they slammed shut upon the hapless Aayrn too unlucky to perish before we sealed their fate.

We stand at those gates. We watch. We wait. We remember. We are the guardians of our people's Last Refuge.