Long ago, beyond the memories of men, dwarves or even the centuries old elves, this world was lush and green. Mortals did not exist and the Gods lived on the very ground which we now reside. They played with the mountains, sang with the wind, and bathed in the light of the True Sun which no longer graces our skies. But the land was not enough for them; it was only a matter of time before boredom drove them to create lesser beings to amuse them. It was in the Age of Light that the first men walked the earth. They spread like vermin over the land, consuming everything they came into contact with, from the forests, to the mountains to the land itself. They amused the Gods for a short time, but in the end they were found wanting. Dwarves came next, a vast improvement over the crudity and greed of humans. The Gods bestowed upon the sturdy race great endurance, determination and an innate love for minerals and gems. For the next few centuries the gods looked down upon the dwarves with amusement. They were impressed by the quality of the crafts created by the dwarves and the dedication to their work and each other that they possessed. But the first of the dwarves was dying of age, growing weaker year by year. This simply would not do. In a final attempt to create a mortal race worthy of the attention of the Gods, they created a race that would stand the test of time, the elves.

Centuries passed and the elves showed no sign of age. They took to the woodlands and carved great cities from the tree tops. Some followed the path of the dwarves to the world below and became great and ruthless hunters. In their lifetimes they were able to create wondrous things and weave magic with a skill surpassed only by the Gods themselves. They were a fickle race however. Very few elves could focus their energies on a single task or line of learning for more than a few decades. Thus even with their great power as a race, they could not begin to approach their true potential.

In their frustration all but two of the ancient gods gave up on their attempts at creation and satisfied themselves with the worship and adoration of those already in existence. A pair of the most powerful deities ever to reside in the heavens was not satisfied. Tilantus the god of darkness and metals and Beralyn the goddess of color and light combined their great powers in one final attempt to create a race of beings in their own image, that mirrored their own perfection. They molded the elements themselves into great forms given life by their divine spark. They had finally succeeded in their quest. They had created the beings that would rule the world for centuries to come. They had created the dragons.  [more]