The people my master was aligned with.. Not that he necessarily gave a damn for their cause, or them for him. They simply found each other to be a means to an end. But I heard a lot about it, when I waited on their meetings.

I said before, that the gods in our world would set mortals up to fail? There was... a lot of that. People who, no matter how hard they tried or how much they prayed, were doomed simply to never find anything even resembling happiness just because the powers that be were lazy when it came to making sure the threads of fate never got snarled.

These people, they were all people like that. They got sick of the hand they'd been dealt and gathered together, from across all the planes of existence, to take down the ones responsible and set things right.

I'd always thought, if I could qualify as a person, that maybe I was like them. That maybe that explained why things were the way they were.