It is said that in the ancient past, the world was torn asunder in a war so devastating that it made the gods weep tears of pure divinity that became as adamant upon touching the earth. They watched those they had best loved, and their children, slaughter one another, and sought a way to make a better, kinder world. They created new beings, beings not wrought from the primordial stuff of creation; beings fragile so they would know weakness as well as strength, and be better for it. They wrought artifacts to bless the broken survivors who predated their mortal creations, and to make them mortal in turn. To the first humans, they taught the art of dream walking, so they might know the mistakes of the past, and act as guides to all others. They had no idea that their gifts would be twisted, and that in time weakness would not be seen as something to be protected, but exploited.