But as with things perfect and favored, the Race of the Eldriens soon became arrogant and made themselves Overlord over the other Races. The First of the Eldriens, Darcel Zau'ch even dared to go against the Creators themselves and challanged them. He seduced a great number of women of other races, and many detestable creatures, were brought forth from these forbidden reunions. His younger brother, Eziar, stole the Fruit of Fertility and the Eldriens soon had many children amongst themselves.
Because they were perfect, children were born knowing the world around them, and had formidable power even though they were still infants. In a matter of a few years, these young Eldriens grew to adulthood and gained knowledge of their parents. They formulated new power and soon were able to take the minds of other if they so wished.
Choas reigned the world. And all the Races were driven to the brink of extinction as the Eldriens continued to expand and increase in power and number.
The Creator Gods of Athendore, Kobos (Lord of the Earth), Thunderust (Lord of the Storms) and Lorrien (Lady of Reefs), were outraged by the rebellion of their perfect race. And thus they cursed the Eldriens and rained down their terrible anger on the Proud Race. Within a day, the Great City of the Eldriens fell into rubble. Disease, horrifying and disfiguring, broke out amongst the Rebellous Race. Overnight, They Who Were Perfect became They Who Were Inflicted.
Darcel Zau'ch was the worst of the Inflicted Ones. For his flesh, melted and seeped into the ground. Even his eyes fell from his face. In his pain, he cried out to the Gods.
None of the gods would heed his cry. None except one. Alas! Orgun, the Scarred God, who bore some hatred for his immortal brothers for severely punishing him when he created the violent race of Orcs. He heard the cry of the Eldrien First Man, and went to him in the shape of a mighty Black Vulture.
When the other Immortals saw him swoop down on the Eldriens, they thought that the race of Eldriens were finally annihlated and their wrath ceased. And no Eldrien body was ever retrieved, buried or found.
Orgun took all of them to his secret home beyond the Black Stars and hid them from the rest of the universe.
For many hundreds of generations, the scarred god kept these people and daily, they hungered for the blood of those who still walked the earth under the favor of their creators. But there was hope for these corrupted beings. For Orgun's horrible and violent creation, the Orcs were allowed to live among the Fair races. Then there was the ever zealous, desert worshippers of the self made Skull God who kept themselves away from the rest of civilisation. Orgun, thus realised a plan and fused himself into an idol of the non-existent Skull God. Through the idol, he spoke to them and taught them to worship him. Those who were wise enough to see through it all and realise what was really conspiring, were taken away, sacrificially killed in ceremonious occassions or locked away in a dark dungeon for the rest of their lives.
Meanwhile, the rest of the world began to encounter more and more strange incidences. Some sanctuaries that were once peaceful became haunted and forbidding. Shadows sometimes wander the land, creatures of horrors reappear from the days of legend, bloody altars were found. And then, in the horizon, a lone fisherman spots a red dragon.... The civilised races grew increasingly suspicious. Scouts were sent out that revealed even more darker days to come....
Far beyond the Western Oceans of the Valley of Wonders, there exists a world known as Kurselwarcol. Once upon a time, there was a great civilisation that strived here. But it was with most great civilisations, war broke out between different factions. And as in all histories of such events, war came to an end, leaving behind a land scarred and without rule. Eventually the land healed and the survivors returned to rebuild and resume their lives again. Tell-tale signs of a world once glorious and powerful still remained. And artifacts of great value lie hidden within the ground and in the ruins of forgotten world powers.
Then one day...
The scouts and explorers of Nightaal and The Cause discovered this lost land - so full of potential, so full of promise and treasure. Each knew that the other would not let the chance to claim this land for themselves slip through their hands. So, they armed their troops and prepared to face each other in battle as they began their march through the new found lands of Kurselwarcol.
The Heron Guards came to hear of this and arrived in Kurselwarcol soon after. They too had gathered a sizable army to claim a piece of this land, if not all of it, for their own.
In a short time, each side found, from amongst all the peoples of Kurselwarcol, heros who were willing to become their guides in this strange land. Unfortunately, conflict arose as the guides revealed the incredible potential of this new world. Leaders from each of the clans began to formulate in their minds, plans and uses for this new world.
And so, the Heros of Nightaal, The Cause and the Heron Guards stood upon the ancient world of Kurselwarcol, each realising the potential the land could hold...
We cannot lose,
Seeing their defeat, the humans quickly started to look for allies, and soon found them.
The azaracs came to help of course, hoping to expand their territories after the battle would be over.
And surprisingly the orcs wanted to 'help' too. The humans realized that the orcs would betray them as soon as the battle would be over, but they were in dire need of assistance, so they accepted the help.