I am Thayne Stargazer, the last of the Gyldaine. By the grace of Tempus Aevum, I have remained fifty-three years old for nearly three centuries. In my mortal years, I was a historian of great renown, a work I carry on today from the great eternal city of Astel.
The fae have no use for written history. They live forever, and their minds do not lose what ours so easily forget, a reality I comprehend far better now. I record these pages instead for you, beastkin and wyrmkin, in the hope that the past may light your path forward and save you from the tragic fate of my kind.
Perhaps that is where this account should truly begin. The Gyldaine were a proud, feline people of golden lions, though far too proud, as time proved. Internal strife fractured us, driving our race into a war of total attrition. Corin Blazeguard was the last to stand alongside me. Childless and broken, he too fell as the decades wore on. Let his end serve as our lesson: blood breeds only silence.
-- Stargazer's History, Chapter 1