'WARLORD HISTORY' In the early days of Serin, when magic was barely known, the warriors reigned supreme. No cleric or mage could match up to them in strength and power, and they were the men that carried others to the pinnacles, providing the only way to defeat the dangers that were regularly faced. As the ages rolled past, warrior upon warrior picked upon and scorned Serin's priests and magi, giving their own guild a bad name. The immortals watched, and allowed the prayers of the clerics and the magicks of the mages to grow only stronger, while the warrior's potential was forced to remain the same. Strong it was, and balance did not come quickly. Finally magic came to match the physical strength of the warriors, and many of them were killed, while more still came to depend upon the magic themselves, ignorant of their own prowess. The ranks of the warriors rapidly dwindled, and abilities even forgotten, as the immortals watched uncaring of their plight. Last of the great warriors, Diocletian, stalked the lands besting every opponent he faced with his unmatched physical prowess. For everything a mage could throw at him, he would return it twicefold. His abilities impressed the heavens, for they knew he fought within the same constraints of olden days, though he was considered little more than a relic of those days, and a mortal that would die. He knew this himself, and when he sensed himself at his physical peak, he asked for immortality. Reluctant to give it, but knowing well he was a man of honor, Lord Stryth prepared for him a glorious death. He ordered him to hunt down and slay one of Serin's mightiest dragons, the most feared beasts of the day. To his amazement, Diocletian defeated it, a gruelling fight that had almost killed him, but in the end he stood victorious with the heart of the dragon clenched in his fist. As was promised, Diocletian ascended, and he now ensures the survival of the warrior legacy for all time.