The Field

''The Field is ever changing. No one can have true knoledge of it. It was first only a few leagues in every direction. Then it was huge, with a river. Soon after the river dried. And later mountains came in, and the earth became erasermahr. The Field is ever changing. There are those who change with the Field. The pencils. There are those who resist change. The pens, the stones. There are those who ignore the change. The Paar creatures, the Erasers. There are those who wait. And watch.

A legend so ancient that even the pens have forgoten it. Creatures more powerful, and ancient than the poliwompfs. Creatures who exist as the portal to Somewhere. These creatures can change form into anything. But they go by one name. It is a name forgoten for many generations. It is over three millenia since the great Inkwar. The Whatchamacallits are stirring. And soon they will make themselves known. And the pens will take the opportunity to rule Somewhere. To rule Unreality. But there are dangers in ruling Reality and Unreality. It only takes one mistake to put them out of balance. And once that happens, it cannot be undone easily. The Field is ever changing. And the watchamacallits are stirring.''