I do not know when the first of my people, the Miza'har, walked the lands of Kirganthis, it is before my birth and before that of any I know of, but the far past is not what matters to most, instead it is the present and times remembered. My people have capabilities, if you can call them that, far greater than that of other races. It is due to these powers that wars have been fought, cities have been built and leveled and rebuilt again, monarchies have been founded, and countless other happenings. It is also due to these powers that others might think of us as deities, which could not be further from the truth, for we too are mortal just the same as everyone else.

I personally have served as the advisor to multiple kings and queens, minor nobles, and dignitaries. There were occasions when my identity was known, and others where there was not even an inkling of whom I really was, and that was by intent. For some reason, no matter who is involved, after learning that someone is thousands of years old and that someone has the power to do nearly anything one wishes, there is the overwhelming urge to use that power for some ill intent. Therefore I, and others of my kind, take the form of a more mundane race. I personally am usually seen as a human, I am not actually a human, but it would take one of my own kind to know this. Others take the guise of elves, faeries, dwarves, and whatnot, even some as completely mundane animals, it is simply what they are comfortable with. There are those who have held the same form for such a long time, sometimes aeons, that they are simply thought of as that race, regardless of who they really might be, or what they might be.

The Miza'har have never been a populous race, nothing like humans, or goblins, if we were, well, I do not wish to think about that, I would not be here most likely if that were the case. There was a time when there were far more of us than there are now, but power corrupts, even corrupts those who are used to wielding it. There were those who even thought themselves as gods, and felt they could take over massive regions of the world, even with aspirations of complete dominance, but this was not to be, and many of my people died or were banished never to be seen, or rarely to be seen again.

Over time, the worship of my people as deities lessened, not completely, but to a point where people began to forget what it was like being under the thrall of an 'Ancient' as we were called. I did not disappear, as I have stated, and many of my brethren did not as well, we simply took a lesser role in the world and sat back and watched with our oddly detached view on things. A colleague of mine spent time in jail for centuries, by his own free will. Another was locked into the bottom of a deep cave, only to be released later. One made magics not seen in the lands before and taught young ones how to wield them. Different roles were taken up by the surviving Miza'har, the few of us who live still to this day, we are still about, some known and others not, some seen and some unseen, some as powerful as days of old and others unwilling to wield what they have always had.

We are still roaming the lands, and from time to time I find more of my people, that is my self-appointed task, to gather the vestiges of my brethren and see that they no longer cause the mischief that nearly cost the entire world its life...