Act I.

Long ago The realm of  Alagaësia was home to great civilizations, civilizations that became consumed by war. Each race trying to prove they were superior. The armies of man lived in the west, the clans of dwarves resided in the mountains of the north, elves in the east, and a conglomerate of races made up what is known as the nomads inhabited the south. The nomads being spiteful and disgusted by the other races waged war. Lashing out into the territories of man the hordes of beasts, giants, and orcs clashed against the fortifications of man. Desperate for help man turned to the dwarves with great weapons the dwarves came to the aid and together battle the seamlessly endless horde. The elves heard of the raging battles and marched forth now locked in a four way battle, the hordes of the nomads were pushed back. Peace was restored throughout the realm but just as soon as one war ended another began now they faced a sudden and dire turn of events a threat to their very way of life something they had never thought could exist something they couldn't have prepared for a evil, vile power called the Darkness.

An unstoppable force forged of hatred with its unquenchable thirst it consumed everything it touched one by one the lands of the realm fell victim to the power of Darkness but there were some brave few who stood against the Darkness an alliance of men, dwarves, and elves marched upon the army of darkness and on the shadowy volcanic plains they fought for their homes, their families, their lives. At first it seemed like their courage, their determination might prevail but they waited too long to realize the true threat the darkness spread too far, too fast. In a last attempt to thwart the darkness form the realm the armies of man looked to the heavens for answers those answers led to the Gods. Sickened by the plague that ravaged the realm the Gods descended and joined the fight to save all life of the realm. With the brave armies of the realm now led by the gods they were able to push back and defeat the darkness. Peace settled on the realm but it would be a fleeting peace for the great sacrifice would be in vain the end of the great one war did not signal an end to all wars even so the Gods decided to stay with the mortals to help them rebuild all that was lost in their struggles but like a virus war was always lurking inside them. Old resentments, ancient scrobbles reemerged and history began its terrible cycle and like a swarm the realm was consumed in war.

Meaningless conflict and bloodshed created scares from which the realm would not recover. The very weapons the armies built to defeat the darkness were now used on eachother. The Gods angered by the decisions of the mortals grew distant and seemed to fade into the wind. Fearful of what might come with the absence of the Gods an agreement was made by the armies of man and the clans of dwarves to put an end to the bloodshed between their two races. With a newly forged alliance they marched to the elven forest burning it as the went on towards the elven capital. Seeing the forest engulfed in flames and realizing they were outnumbered the elven people laid down their weapons and agreed to sign a peace treaty. Truly regretful and despondent of their actions the races bound together in an attempt to appease the Gods. Seeing the genuine sorrow of the races five Gods descended to the realm. There they built their individual domains serving as council and protectors of the realm. With some of the Gods residing in each of the lands the realm saw peace for its longest time in its history but war always finds its way it was only a matter of time and so history became legend, legend turned to myth and the knowledge of the darkness faded almost out of existence but the wars waged had unseen effects and as if awoken by war a darker far more ancient threat awoke from its slumber one that would not present itself for years to come.