Who are they, these mysterious secret princes of power, who see things unseen, who speak with ghosts and chase demons with their silver whips, to whom kings bow, to whom the vastness of magickal space is as a potato garden to a peasant?
They are the Wizards. Any fool can learn a trick and throw a cantrap. Some fools even rise to be called sorcerers, or mages, or take titles from their crafts, or choose names obscure. They build their workrooms and libraries, under the patronage of nobles and kings. But elsewhere in the Worlde -- and who can say how many they are? for they hide! they can hide! -- some become so powerful that the normal rules no longer apply. They are supermen, vampire warlocks, goddess witches.
Why do they not topple kingdoms and rule nations? Because such mundane matters mean nothing to them. Their pursuits and agendas are beyond our ken. They are too powerful to care about the worlde of men.
They are the Wizards, and they are at war.
Where it began, who can say? One Wizard angered another -- a grudge was held, an alliance made, another broken, a feud lost, a debt of blood paid back with interest. It all spiralled out of control, and their ires are up, their blood boiling, their patience and restraint gone.
Beware all in the Worlde Arcane, for dire events now proceed.