The Beginning

The most difficult part to deal with was the fact that he always spoke the truth; or, at least, he spoke what he considered to be the truth. His voice always seemed to hold a gentleman-like quality, even if it was also littered with poison that dripped so sickeningly thick and sweet from his tongue that it was likened to honey. The man was never to be trusted, and yet his reasoning was perfectly logical and trustworthy. He answered, quite readily, to three names and three names alone: Sir, Master, and, as many knew him:

The Investigator.

It was hard to consider The Investigator as a mere man for the idea that man is governed by mortality, morality, and even a conscience. The Investigator, though, followed none of these laws of man nor the laws man has created. He was easily everything and nothing, having neither been born nor created. The Investigator merely was, or perhaps that was only another part of the legend.

Legend spoke of the barriers and the equality between good and evil, how both meant to create stability even though they only usually helped to tip the balance. The world had always contained a balance between good and evil, for without a balance then chaos would rule. Chaos needn't be either weighed by good or by evil, but certainly all the barriers would slide out of place and confusion would rain down upon the world in thickening waters that would threaten to drown all of human kind. Of course, this is all according to a legend who no one claimed to have written. It merely always existed, just as The Investigator. Although ageless in its creation and existence, man still held the legend to heart and believe in all it speaks of.

So, of course, the ideas of losing mankind to chaos and confusion brought a worry upon the world as the ambiguity of the words themselves left much up for interpretation. There were clans that believed that their homes would slowly collapse into some unknown void if they did not continue to uphold the barriers. Other areas on the map believed that a war so terrible would be created with legions of the un-dead marching against the living. Needless to say, each story that was told to illuminate and further illustrate the words of the legend created a havoc all their own.

All anyone could say for certain was that there was a belief in a living barrier which could keep the peace or destroy the world as it so desired with a simple snap of its fingers. Some might call this living thing a God. Others, the devil itself. Either way, everyone agreed the being existed, even The Investigator.