Foreword

There are those among us who are Lost. You know them, they are your friends, relatives and sometimes, in rare cases, even your leaders. Now lost, in its litteral sense is not an adequate term for said individuals.
Many refer to these people as "late bloomers" or "misfits". They always seem to be the odd man out, moving in shadow, using cloak and dagger means to ensure the prosperity of all. Many times, the Lost are unwitting in their endeavors, often unaware that they are even having an affect on the world around them.
And as long as the Lost have existed, there was the Order. We serve as guides, or in my case, record keepers, to help these individuals maximize their unique talents. My archives are becoming, as of late, overstuffed, and so I present to you several of my most intriguing chonicles. They may take some time to dig up, however, for I am un organized and they seem to be as lost as those they are written about.

~Uther Prinstol, Chief Scribe of the Order~