Once, in an age now
found only in myth and long since buried in the shifting sands of time,
there was a man known by the name Olcadan. He was skilled in every kind
of fighting art. His skill with weapons, in particular, could be compared
with that of all heroes past and present, from East or West. He might even
surpass them all. It was a time of endless
tribal warfare, and the troubled world sought a hero. But Olcadan had no
interest in the affairs of the world. He found meaning in strength alone.
The people were in awe of him and treated him as an eccentric, but Olcadan
paid no attention to this and devoted himself entirely to honing his skills.
By the time Olcadan
had reached manhood, there was no human being on earth who could challenge
him. With one single exception that had ended in a draw, he could boast
that he had been undefeated in the countless duels he had fought. So he
turned his eyes to those with greater power--the gods. He began by hunting
the great owls that were said to have been sent out so that the god of
war might observe the world. By doing so, he could judge how close his
ability had come to rivaling the gods. That confidence, which some would
call vanity, was also backed by undeniable skill and courage. He took on
the messenger of a god as an opponent and successfully defeated it.
Olcadan brought back
the owl's head as proof of his victory, but the people did not extol his
achievement, for they feared the wrath of gods. The god's wrath came
swiftly. Affected by the light of the moon and sun and the movement of
the stars, Olcadan's head would transform from human to owl and back again.
Upon seeing this curse, the people tried to obtain the god's forgiveness
by capturing Olcadan. Sorcerers known as the "Sages of the Oak" were sent
after him. Olcadan resisted them, but they took advantage of the vow he
had made in order to become strong and formulated a plan to capture him.
As Olcadan lay chained
to the altar at the top of a mountain, the god of war appeared before him
in the form of a headless great owl. Without a word, the god threw Olcadan
down into an ancient ruin, that sprawled deep beneath the earth. "I shall give you
time without end. Within this endless labyrinth, you shall realize your
folly." He said. Much time had passed
since Olcadan began wandering the sealed labyrinth in search of an exit.
Time within the ruin flowed differently than in the outside world. Nothing
changed, no matter what he did. He did not grow old, or hungry, or thirsty.
There was nothing for him but the cold and endless corridors. Eventually,
he gave up and accepted his fate, remaining in one room in the labyrinth
and falling into a deep slumber.
The silence was suddenly
broken. The deafening roar that shook the entire labyrinth and the great
waves of power that followed were enought to wake even him. The sealed
labyrinth had been opened--he could tell from the change in the way the
air was flowing. The torrent of power that ran through the labyrinth in
that moment must have forced open the door. At that time, Olcadan
had no way of knowing that this phenomenon was the power of the Evil Seed. Stepping out from
the labyrinth for the first time in an eternity, he learned that the world
outside had changed greatly since his era. Just how much time had passed?
The gods that he had once challenged had lost their power. The curse placed
upon him would likely never be broken. He was not particularly troubled
by this, however.
Those waves of power
that had interrupted his sleep were undoubtedly the greatest power of this
era. When he realized this, his body trembled with excitement. Leaving the ruin to
find the source of that power, he learned that to do anything in this world,
one needed something called "money." It was a completely foreign concept
to him, but if that was the way of this world, then he had no choice but
to accept it. He earned an income by teaching people the fighting techniques
that he himself had developed, and, over the course of several years, gradually
learned about this era.
...And now, in order
to restore the combat senses that had dulled over the course of his long
sleep, he has once again severed all contact with the world by holling
up inside the labyrinth. He will challenge
the most powerful opponent of the era. The opponent is a pair of swords.
They had been young and weak in his era, but these weapons, crafted by
the hands of a man, now rivaled the gods...