I t was during the third age that the mysterious figure from the age of psionisists chose to depart the world. For so many ages did this stranger wander the land, an endless journey with a purpose known only to the gods. Many would hunt him for the magical tokens that he carried, each token a source of power that could change the course of a person's life. When a person held a token it would glow and capture all the person's memories. Hopes and fears, dreams and nightmares, a lifetime of nostalgia would become trapped in the token and on its surface would shine the person's name. Some say that he left because he had acquired all the lives he needed...

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