Below are a few words from the PUAD's 2 founding Deans, Bolt Crank and D-Shift
A word from Head Dean, Bolt Crank
Ahem, um GREETINGS FELLOW STUDENTS, I am Dean Bolt Crank. Glad you could all make it to this seminar by Dean D-shift and I. Well, lets begin shall we? According to this little piece of paper here, I am registered by MAGI as a Class I / A Tanker. I know many of you have wondered just how this little department of ours got started. Well, some numbers got moved around on little insignificant machines. But more than that, the roots of the PUAD go back a long long time� to a place far far far away�
I remember the smells of the labs most. The pungent odor of Alchemical creations the Circle of Thorns would make in a vain attempt to turn lead into gold. In that time, long ago, the Descendants of Wu where different than what most people know of them now. I was created, and bound to serve them against threats. A task I very much enjoyed, fighting against Trolls, Demons, and the occasional Faerie-kin. However, witch hunters proved to be the undoing of our cabal. Left under the collapsed temple, I fell into a deep slumber.
I awakened when I felt a cold hand turn something on my chest. Following my last orders, I battled the strange people that had inhabited the fallen temple, and sought out my former masters�. only to find them corrupted by demonic influence, and changed into what we all call the Circle of Thorns. In a rampage at a following of theirs, it was D-shift who was able stop me. He trapped me in a pit that I could not jump out of. My soul burned with rage, I, a dragon, who took an oath of service and bound to a mechanical shell, now left behind to rot, while my masters cowed to demons. I would have my vengeance.
The Paragon University has provided me with ample opportunities of such. Recovering artifacts that used to be common household objects seems to be their desire. On occasion though, we stumble onto something greater, something that could change the world. It is these artifacts that Archeologists have to fight to gain control of, lest it fall into the wrong hands. The world is more perilous now than ever, with things like elevators, cars and toasters, threatening us in every room. Talking boxes try to rot our minds and make us buy their objects. Somewhere people invented these noise sticks that shoot little things out.
None-the-less, some things never changed, mans lust for exploration, power, and godhood are still abundant. There are more artifacts out there still, waiting for someone to find and wield them. It is our job as archeologists to recover, protect, and maintain these precious gems of our history.