The Watchers have been around for a long, long time, possibly dating even back to the time when Salazar was around to rule the Realms. Back then when the Seven Sages had founded it, it was mainly composed of Lucins and some more amiable Xitians. But the Age of Betrayal was a blow to the Watchers as much as it was to the rest of the Celestial Realm. The period between the closing of the Celestial Gate and the reopening is known to the Watchers as the Blank Pages for it was a dark time. Most of the Watchers had died, and those that had survived were trapped in the Celestial Realm, forced back by the forces of the Dusk Realm. Up to this date, the pages in the Great Book remain unfilled and only speculations based on tales from survivors fill other books.

After the War of Veld, Mesalians were finally recognized as capable of such an intellectual and honorable task, and were drafted into the group, carefully handpicked by the elders. They observed and recorded with scrutiny as the vengeful forces of Lucin and Mesalian combined drove the Xitians out of the Middle Realm, and recorded with a heavy heart what it cost to cut the connection between the Middle Realm to the Dusk Realm.

During the Purge, many of the Xitian Watchers were executed despite the efforts of others to keep them safe, and in a further wave of fury the Watchers that tried to save them were executed as well. Once again the Watchers had taken a blow from the tides of history, and it seemed that there was no place for them in the Main Continent. The bulk of their work was in the Celestial Realm, away from conflict, but the Great Book and many others would become obsolete if the Watchers themselves were no more. So the elders and some of the others travelled, to a land where no one had yet settled, to the Forbidden Lands where they built their home until news came of the end of the Purge. They were relieved, but their relief was short-lived, for soon after came the news that the Civil Wars have began ravaging across the lands.

The elders resigned to the fact that an age of Peace was yet long to come and sent out whomever they could to fulfill their duties as historians. Eventually, the Watchers found their place amid all the chaos and even managed to appoint key individuals to teach what they knew. For it seemed to the Watchers that with no one to teach man of his own past, he was driving himself in circles, endlessly pushing himself into death and further darkness.

They’re still around, as the young man who wishes to learn, as the old man who wishes to teach. Their pen is accurate and their words fair, and all wait until the day comes when they would finally write about the day when all makes peace.