The Implacables

Creation over flows with heroic beings ready to take on challenges of colossal scale, forging the world in their own image, fighting against impossible odds, eradicating threats to their intrests and generally guiding the course of world events. But who supports these beings in their endeavors? Certainly not eachother. All of the Exalted a fractious lot who only come together when their goals coincide. There are a few squabling beings with absolute power and absolute authority reigning over the masses of dissregarded mortals. The few couldn't possibly have enforced their rule across creation without assistance. Something is missing from creations history books. The work horses. The subtle heroes who fought in the phalanx, side by side with the greatest of generals. The builders who assembled the machines of war and peace. The comforting and stable guides, healing body and mind alike. The middle men who moved the cogs of creation. The researchers who made the brilliant moments of insight posssible. The quiet outcastes that saw it all. Creation is built on the backs of unsung heroes. The support structure that made the First Age and all its glory possible, is more vast than history shall ever know. This is the story of the forgoten Exalted. The ones who faded away and took the stability of the first age with them. The unglorius. The Implacables.