Prologue

Sometime before B.C was invented

‘My dear Sammy, by the time you read this I will be long gone, maybe even dead. If you do find this then it means that just like me the call to adventure simmers in your blood and I could not be any prouder of you for making it this far on your own, I have made many mistakes in this lifetime and this does not even begin to erase them but still I would like to bequeath you my greatest possession, Able the golem. The journey of an adventurer is dangerous and fraught with danger and the Endless Forest itself houses many dangerous foes and too few allies, I hope this evens the road for you and that he serves you well just as he did me. May the stars continue to guide your path.’

Your Father,

Abel Shaw.

Years Later

‘It’s been ten long years since word came of father’s passing in the Great plains, since then the Shaw name has gone into decline, I myself have taken the name Forsythe and moved to the Southern Kingdom, Able has been a worthy assistant to which I and my boys are unable to part with, Things are peaceful here, except for Ramuiel who keeps causing a ruckus with his delusions of knighthood, the boy is far too sickly and frail and I fear no king would want him making him seek out the dark ways to augment himself, I worry that he would become entangled with forces too powerful for him but for now Able keeps an eye out for me and I try to make this peace we have found last.

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The Southern Baron,

Samuel Forsythe.

Sometime After

Ramuiel is my name and I am going to be First Knight of the Southern Lands, even greater than my brother Barachiel just as soon as I get better, the medicine men says I don’t have long but Barachiel calls them ‘Moldy-brained’, As the first mage and Alchemist, he’s bound to find a cure that will not only extend my life but make me stronger and better than all the Knights in the kingdom and then I’ll show them all just how great I can be, For now, I’m much contented with having a friend like Able, Dad will complain later on but these messages will be worth it later on.

The future First Knight,

Ramuiel Forsythe.

A few more years later

Father doesn’t understand, how can he? when he has been a narrow minded man surrounded by narrow minded individuals, They say he is on the brink of death what foolish amateurs, Ramuiel is not dead and I will not let him die. They call me the Mad Alchemist and I have banned from practicing my craft because of a little deviation into the dark arts, but they don’t understand, they never have, let them talk let them whisper for I will shut their mouths up as I drag my brother’s soul from the clutches of death, I can do this, I just need an anchor, I just need Able.

The Mad Son,

Barachiel.