A thought made real by use of written language. Words made tangible by a divine blessing. Jette is the product of a single person's mind; the author. A scholar possessing the rare skill of literacy and plagued by lonliness saw to the boy's creation. With so many ideas running through their mind, the author wrote about a world filled with magic and adventure - and Jette; the main character who would experience all the world had to offer. With each word written, the author fell more in love with what they had created. So much so that they prayed to the Gods in the heavens that their fiction become a reality. The writings continued for a short time thereafter. Then, one day - nothing. The writings stopped. Time went by and the brown leatherbound book was covered by a thin layer of dust. It was then that Lorelle, Goddess of love, took pity on the vanished author and the unfinished story. Breathing life into the pages of the book, the young character emerged from the story, being granted human form. Thus, Jette Raynehell was born into a strange and wonderful land once more, yet...something was not right. The boy thought for a long moment before he realized what it was. He was not complete! Jette would never know an ending to his story unless he found Author. Grabbing the book from which he came, the boy left the cold, abandoned room and set off to find the ending to his story. But the world he entered was not one of perfection...

Mankind had lived in the shadow of ignorance for eons. With the birth of art, literature, and knowledge, a burst of culture coursed through the veins of society. Gone were the days of basic day-to-day living. In its place, bare shelves filled with the written word, idle hands created alchemy, and stagnant air now sounded with the bards' tales of epic heroes and adventure. As is so frequently the case however, harmony would not exist without discord. There are those who seek to manipulate invention and magic for their own twisted desires. Those who would take advantage of the weak and stifle their screams. The rulers who held power indefinitely during the age of ignorance have yet to fully embrace the ever-shifting world. They struggle to keep the people and their radical thoughts under control using fear and employing rash and sometimes brutal tactics. As such, several resistance factions have sprung up in the shadows of Mirus Parvulus. During times such as these, a hero emerges to put them down. A hero who possesses strength for those who have lost it. Surely now is the time for such a hero to make their appearance...or is that only in the stories?