Wisdom of the Ancient
Long before the realms were named, before Heroes rose or kingdoms fell, there existed a source of knowledge so vast, so absolute, it was said to rival the gods themselves. This relic, known only in whispers as the Wisdom of the Ancient, is not bound by pages or runes. It is living knowledge, sealed within an artifact lost to time.
The relic does not speak. It remembers. Every choice made, every soul lost, every truth buried beneath the shifting sands of history. The Wisdom remembers it all. Those who possess the relic are flooded with understanding of languages never written, stars never mapped, and futures never lived.
But such a gift carries great weight. Few minds can withstand the burden of total knowledge. Most who seek it are either consumed by ambition or scattered into madness. The Mavens believe it was hidden by the First Ones, buried where only someone with true intent and clarity of purpose could ever find it again.
Some say the relic pulses faintly when a Hero is near, testing them. Others claim it chooses its wielder, revealing itself only when the world teeters on the edge of forgotten truths and the need for guidance is greatest.
The Wisdom of the Ancient is not merely a relic. It is the final whisper of a world that once knew everything. A whisper waiting to be heard again.