Introduction: What will become of the worlds when the Amnesia Bomb strikes? When it wipes out the memories of every living soul across the universe? Who will save the worlds when the Severed spare no effort to strip every soul of all their power? When all souls fall, who is worthy of power?Memories die, hope fades, worlds fall, creation is unmade, yet through it all, we remain.We are the dreamless, whose souls never sleep – called Drackmoor by some. Each night, as silence gathers below the stars, we find our beds, not to dream, but to awaken. For when we close our eyes we find another morning, upon another world, through our other eyes. We are the dual-lived. Many names have been crafted for us in history and legend – Sorcerer, Sage, Alchemist, Seer, perhaps even Infinite. We are the Drackmoor.Are you one of us?...