�

Upon my fathers death he revealed to me the location of the only thing he

held of value in this world. Hidden deep within the caves of Surfall glade,

buried within a barrel of the most ancient oak lay a codex. There scribed

within, the details and history of an organization simply known as The Order.

The last members of which lay dead faded beyond living memory.

�

�During a time of great expansion the races of Norrath lay under

constant assault by the forces of darkness. The kings of this time felt that

it was in their best interest to defend their cities with walls and guards,

but nothing more. Leaving the simple country folk to the merciless hand of

their enemies. A few of the these guardsman felt these actions lacked any

morale principal. So in secret they gathered the elite of the races of

Norrath and formed an organization to wage war (as they saw it) against the

forces of darkness. They feared that the kings would not sanction their

actions so they never moved in more then a handful or warriors at time.

This was the beginning of The Order.

�

� As the decades passed, through their covert actions the forces of darkness

where turned back. In time as peace fell upon them, their members slowly

died off one by one taking their secrets with them to the grave. No songs

where versed in their honor, no monuments to their glory where erected. The only

thing left now was the codex, kept by the elders of the order. The secret of

its location passed down through the family of its last member.

�

� After reading the details of their struggle's and glories of the members

listed, I am filled with pride of the honor of my heritage. I now know my

destiny, my quest. For within my lifetime I have seen the tides of darkness

rise to the very walls of our cites. I now seek out the descendants of those

original members of the Order, to enlighten them of their heritage and implore

them to uphold their

�ANCIENT LEGACY.

�

�Arthol Gwyn Ap Nudd