Once upon a time, there were 5 ancient sorcerers, each living in a corner of the kingdom, they had much power, but they disciplined themselves to conceil this power and only use it for the good of the people of Rune-Midgard.
Together, they ruled the kingdom from the shadow, much more than the king Tristan or Hestia and Erebos. Invisible to most, they only appeared briefly once in a while to help indivuals in need or to cast their blessings on the adventurers.
One of those hidden sage was nammed Pandora, she had lived for centuries, had stopped counting the years long ago and could barely remember the all the names she had gone by over the time. At some point before being called Pandora, she had been a wizard of high rank.
Under the blazon of the lys flower she and her friends had fought together in numerous wars all over the land. They had conquered many castles, but also lost many of them, still they never gave up, fighting until the very end. Until eventually, all this warring seemed without a point. Many of her friends left, most scattered in different directions.
Eventually she stopped fighting, she simply wandered the land, time passed and she forgot her former name. She chose to be called Pandora and joined with 4 of her deerest friends from those long ago battles, together they swore to serve the kingdom to the best of their abilities, they called themselves... the heRO GMs
I was bored so I started writting a little story of my own
