Nine centuries and some score of years before present, in the year 312 of the Ivric Imperial Calendar, the darkness over the land was split by the splendor of a fallen star. It cut through the dim of night and of despair, bringing with it light and hope. The Immortal Smith, son of the World Mother Gaea, took it upon himself to forge the metal of the star into seven sacred swords, each potent and deadly and imbued with unique and terrible magics. To seven honorable and just knights he entrusted these swords, and gave them the name Paladin. Their duty was to fight back darkness and corruption wherever it threatened Gaea's most favored children, humankind. The song of Gaea is one of love and compassion, of life and death and harmony. All the world spins in time with her heart beat the wind in the trees hums softly in tune with the beat of the world which is the beat of all living things which is the beat of harmony and structure and natural order and is destined to beat back the darkness and the nothingness of the time before creation and beat in spite of entropy and beat for the sake of life and beat in time with all living things. But sometimes, a step in the great dance is missed. Where this happens, entropy forms. The music of discord and disharmony, which forms a counterpoint to the rhythm of life and creation. Where entropy grows so does malice and vice and death and all things that are not good. The job of the Paladin is to restore the order, the balance, the understanding that knits everything together. Wherever evil threatens, be it in the heart of men or in the form of great and terrible beasts, the Paladins rally. They exist to undo entropy in whatever small ways they can, forming order from chaos. But for a hundred and seventy-six years, there have been no Paladins. The order formally disbanded in the eleventh century, though not after nearly two centuries of disgrace and dishonor as the position became a matter of bragging rights and high standing, a title entailing luxury and privilege rather than duty and sacrifice. The fat, pompous Dark Years of the Paladin order have ruined the honor and reputation of a once-proud order, and for nearly two hundred years the swords have stayed silent in shame and healing. Now the world needs them. Now new Paladins have been found, young men and women in the spiritual image of the First Paladins. Seven true of heart and pure of spirit, seven to restore peace and harmony, seven to serve with honor and courage, seven to form a light in the darkness. Seven only, against foes that are numberless and fearless, enemies that are legion.