CHAPTER 1. AGE OF CREATION (Before recorded time)

          It is said, that before recorded time, there was no world. There was only a nameless void, and the only thing in excistence, was the sky. The stars was painted on the sky, and day and night, shifted year after year. Then Zeberai, god of all, created our world. He created mountains, shores, forests, snowy highlands, deserts, vast seas, and deserted wastelands. He liked what he saw, and he named it Menath. That very night, the stars were witnesses to a birth, a birth of a world, unlike all other worlds. In the beginning, there were no life, no joy, no sorrow, no childrends laughter. Zeberai was not yet content, and thus he created a creature of great intellect, beuty and he created it in his own image. He named the high elf female, Vici Yana, and is the mother of all later high elves. He watched them grow, expand their domain, enjoy the beuty of life, write their poetry, learn about the world and research the fine arts of magic. The high elves learned to co-exist with the creatures of the world, they hunted them when neccesary, and defended themselves against them, when attacked. Zeberai liked what he saw, and therefor he created yet another race, the dark elves. Something went terribly wrong, and the outcome was a creature with skin as dark as the night, eyes as red as blood and hair as white as snow. These elves turned out mainly the same as the high elves, with long sharp ears, but their intentions were bad. They did not listen to their god, and they developed a hate towards the high elves.After years of endless battles, hidden terror and killings, the Dark Elves took over the High Elven island. Be aware that the Dark Elves had lived there since the day they were created, and had never been to any other island or continent. They took the high elves as their slaves, and years went by, and the high elves were ruled by the dark elves, under the bloodlusting Yan-Teigan, the dark elf leader. They stole from the high elves, raped their wifes, and hang their children. Those who could not work, were killed. After years of grusome supression, Zeberai made it stop. He made a wind of fire, sweep over the dark elven camps and drove them out into the sea. Most of the dark elves died, but those who made it, were banished to a continent, not far from the high elven island. The High Elves now managed to stumble onto their feet and build up their country once again. Years went by, and the High Elven race flourished, they began building their city, stone by stone, day after day. Zeberai were still not content with his creation. Thus he made the wood elves. A peaceful, primitive people. A people that woudln't resort to violence, but were one with the nature and the creatures around them. He put them on the same continent as the dark elves, but on the northern side, hoping they never would meet, and if they did, they would find themselves brothers and friends with eachother. Not very longer after that, he also created the dwarves and giants. He put these two races on the main continent, the dwarves no taller than half an elf, and the giants, about twice the size as an elf. Both of these were excellent warriors of great strength, and the dwarves with abit more intellect than the giants. The giants became more cultural people with great superstition, and the dwarves became bar browling, angry warriors. Zeberai saw how good these two races evolved, and he decided to make one final race. He took all his time and energy into his works, and the outcome as a human. They has small ears, not long and sharp ones, they were the same size as and elf, they were handsome, they were intellectual and they were good warriors. They were the masters of diplomacy. Maybe not as skilled at certain things, but defenetly an average skilled race. The Humans became the explorers of the world, and also became the race with the highest crime rate. Zeberai, enjoyed the world as it was now, and he lent back and marvelled about his creation. His creation was complete, and the era's could start. What the world didn't know, and neither Zeberai, was that out in the dark universe, the nameless void, were a hidden threat, closing in. And thus began the age of deamons.

Chapter 2. AGE OF DEAMONS (1st Era - 2nd Era)

          One thousand years after the creation, one cold winter day, in year one of the first era, Elaia Hender of the giants, son of Genn and Jenda Hender, was walking trough the woods nearby their cottage. He were out to cut some wood, because his father asked him to go get some wood for the fireplace. Elaia and his parents, lived in White's Wolf Valley, in the highlands, and the surrounding area, was mostly peaceful and kind to a young lumbercjacker. After a day of chopping lumber, he began his journey back the the cottage. As he closed in on the cottage, a grusome sight struck him. The door was broken up, flames stood out of the windows and the snow were blood red. He ran up the the cottage, and ran trough the door. There he saw both his parents, brutally slaugthered, lying on the floor. He broke down in tears, and cried for hour after hour and finally he passed out. When he came back to concionsness, he found himself lying in the snow, outside his cottage. The heat was intense, and he decided to get into the nearest town. He spent about a day and a night walking, and on the morningside he reached the town. A even more grusome sight struck him. The town was burnt to ashes, and dead people were lying everywhere. He stood there looking at the sight infront of him and then suddenly a hand touched his shoulder. He turned around and a huge man in black robe stood before him. He could see two red eyes, under the hood, and he took a step back. The man took off his hood, and Elaia screamed. A horrible monster, with red skin, blood coming out of every pore and flaming red eyes stood before him. It was a deamon. An angel of death. Elaia stood there paralyzed, awaiting his certain death, when the deamon opened his mouth and said; "Fear not, my child. My name is Zeroot." Elaia didn't take any comfort in those words, and the deamon continued; "Do not be afraid, I am here to help mankind. I have been sent by Zeberai, to destroy all evil on Menath". Ofcourse, the deamon were lying but Elaia, the naive young boy he was, belived him. Elaia became caught in the web of this deamon, and he thought that this would lead him to greatness, and that the deamons would protect him from all evil. After several days, the seven deamons and Elaia reached the freezone and passed over the border, by flying over it. Elaia sat on Zeroot's back, and he enjoyed the winds flowing trough his hear, as they passed over the blackwoods, and landed in a clearing. When they had landed, they started moving again, and after many days of travel, they finally reached the city of Freehaven. The seven deamons, and ofcourse Elaia, camped by a cliff outside the city and layed their plans on how to attack the city. When the darkness of night arrived, the deamons disguised in black robes and covered their faces. Elaia accompanied them towards the city gate. When they arrived they were hailed by the gate guard. Elaia took off his hood and said; "Hail my friend. We are travelers from the Highlands, wanting to seek shelter in your fair city, and tomorrow, passage on the ship to the elven continent.". The guard, who looked abit sleepy, and he opened the gates for them, without any questions. Once inside, they quickly made their way to the docks, where they spent the rest of the night, lying underneeth it. Once the morning arrived, and the sun began to show, a voice could be heard shouting; "Ship ohoy !". The deamons covered their faces once again, gave a gold bag to Elaia and went back onto the docks. Elaia bought eight tickets, and they went onboard the ship. Soon they set sail for the elven continent, but first they had to cross the Moonsea. Elaia stood there looking across the sea, as Zeroot walked up to him, in his black robe and black hood covering his face. "It's beutiful isn't it ?", asked Zeroot and Elaia answered enthustiatically; "Its the most beutiful image I have ever seen. Let me ask you something, why are you bringing me with you?". Zeroot looked down, took a deep breath and began explaining; "The bold truth is simple. We need you to get us trough the world. Seven deamons, aren't the types you will sell tickets to, you understand ? We are on a mission, we need to get to the Dark Elves, on the Elven continent.", and quickly Elaia asked why they had to do that. You could see the smoke coming out of Zeroot's noserills as he began, once again, explaining; "I can't begin to explain why, as its too secret. All I can say, is that we have to get to the great pentagram, lying in the dark elven lands.", and by those words Zeroot went back to the rest of the deamons. Elaia was left with a hundred questions, he'd die for to ask. After some hours, they reached the shores of the wood elven city, Longmo. They quickly processed trough the wood elven city, not wanting to be spotted. After days of travel they reached the wall called Azwus Mentrex, known for non dark elves as the Dividing The Bloods wall. Security here is top notch, and they didn't look forward to the meeting with the dark elven guards. How would they greet deamons, and a giant ? When they eventually reached the gate, ten stout dark elf guards came up to them and shouted; "HALT !". Everyone stopped. It was time. The deamons took of their hoods. Silence struck the area for a few seconds, and suddenly the guards bowed down and cried something on dark elvish (in later years, there have speculations about what they said, and it is said they cried out tales of anicent prophecies). The deamons sighed a relif. The guards quickly let them passed, and the deamons and Elaia could continue their journey. They spent many days walking trough the woods, and they met many foul creatures they had to battle. Eventually they reached the giant pentagram. They say its made of blood, which have turned into red stone over the years. The blood is said to come from Zeberai himself. The day was turning dark, and night were approaching. The deamons took off their robes, and their red skin became visible. Elaia stood back and hide himself behind a tree. The deamons walked up into the mid of the pentagram. A moaning wind started to flow all around them, and the stars began to fall. Suddenly the ground began to shake, and trough cracks came grusome, horrible monsters into freedom. The deamons suddenly began showing their demonic side, which Elaia never before had seen. All sorts of ghouls, wraiths, and other horrible creatures were everywhere. Elaia began running as fast as he could trough the woods, but it was too late, a wrath slit his throat. Elaia were dead. In the following hundreds years, Menath were under the demonic regime. Hundreds years of violence, wars, scavanging followed. Not until the end of the first era, were the deamons destroyed by Zeberai, and mankind were once again free. Menath were once again free, but lying in dust. And thus began the age of ruins. 

Chapter 3. AGE OF RUINS (2nd Era - 2nd Era, year 425)

          After the downfall of the deamons, the world was in total shock, and the population was down to a minimum. People had lost their faith in god, yet some maintained it, due to the fact that Zeberai saved them. The people also had lost faith in themselves. The Dark Elves hadn't suffered at all, and were planning to take over menath, after the deamons downfall. Somewhere, in Castlefall, a human adventurer named Grell Gideon had camped outside the city walls, after a days killing of invading trolls. All over the naked fields of the Outskirts, were dead trolls lying around, and young boys were searching the bodies, in search of any loot the adventurers may have overseen. As the night approached, the field became emptry, and only distant camp fires could be spotted. Grell has just eaten a delicios piece of troll legs, when he heard something rumbeling behind him. He grabed his sword and jumped up. Before him stood a horde of trolls, and the leader, a big green ugly troll, smiled cleverly. They grabbed Grell, and took him into the night, were he was struck in the head and passed out. When he became concious he saw that he was in a pass somewhere in the Shadow's Spine Mountains. He pretended to still be unconcious and only looked around slighty with his left eye. Then they arrived in a camp. Defenetly a troll camp, Grell thought. And he was right, a Shaman came over to Grell, looked him in the eyes and shouted something which was not understandable. Grell was thrown into a wooden jail, and two troll guards were positioned outside. He had a good night sleep, and next day the jail door was opened, and a tall, handsome human came in. "What ?", mumbeled Grell. The man sat down and said; "My name is Elvadore Elburen. Im a man of the world, just as you.". Grell quickly asked why Elvadore were here with the trolls. "I escaped Castlefall, when the deamons had it in their pawn. I were captured by these trolls, but we quickly learned to understand eachother, and in exchange for sparing my life, I teached them mathematics, writing and reading. Im working on their language now. Over the years, they have accepted me as one of their own, and we are planning a revolution.", and by that Grell asked; "A revolution?". Elvadore made himself comfortable; "Let me begin from the top. As the years have passed, I have grown ignorant of the world outside, but we recently learned that the deamons had been defeted by our mighty god, Zeberai. Now, the world is a easy target for a revolution, and we intend on doing this. Trolls from all over the land has been informed, and everyone are in on this. Next year, we will proceed trough the world, make mankind and trolls united, and bring a new rulership to the world. I will be come the emperor of every race in the world, and everything will be one empire, and everyone will be happy.". Grell thought he was a maniac at first but he quickly learned to understand Elvadore. By time, Grell became adapted to the tribe, and he became Elvadore's loyal companion. And thus began the age of revolution.

Chapter 4. AGE OF REVOLUTION (2nd Era 495 - 3rd Era)

          A quiet night in 495 of the 2nd era, when the sky was clear, and the stars where shining bright, an army of trolls, lead by two human adventurers, could be seen crossing the Outskirts, outside Castlefall. Marching, thousands of trolls could be seen marching, with their two human friends in the lead. Once they reached Castlefall, they marched trough the gates, waking the whole city, or what was left of it anyway. They marched up to the castle of the human leader, stormed the doors, killed the leader and took over the castle. Hundreds of people rushed into the streets and Elvadore walked onto the castle stars. A sea of people stood before him shouting. He tried speaking, but no one would listen to him. Then Grell walked up to Elvadore, and he shouted to the public "DO YOU WANT YOUR FREEDOM!?". There was immidiate silence. Elvadore thanked Grell, as Grell took position in the background. Elvadore took a deep breath and began; "People of Castlefall ! We have freed you from the horrible leadership of your leader Gregon Woodly. He was a threat to young country, and had no idea how to run it. We have taken over, and we promise to lead our people into greatness ! The downfall of the deamons have shown that the spirit of survival, is still in us humans. We have shown that we will not go into our own death, and we will fight to the very end, even if painful death is the result. Accept me as your leader, and I will promise you great times for the rest of my reign, starting from tomorrow ! And as you can see, we are friends with the trolls now, and together we will follow the path to greatness ! United we can survive !" and by those words the people of Castlefall once again regained their faith, and proclaimed Eladore Elburen to be the leader of the humans. Later the same night, the trolls has taken their positions on the city walls, patrolled the city, and thousands has been sent to all corners of the human terretory, to uphold justice and spread the message. Soon Elvadore, Grell and the trolls were planning world domination. They wanted to make all of Menath, one empire, under their leadership. Month after month went by, and they soon had taken over and won the trust of the giants, the dwarves, the wood elves and the high elves. Statues and monuments of Elvadore and Grell were raised all over Menath to celebrate the glory of the new empire, and its main leaders. Never before, nor after, has two people achived such level of greatness and honor. Elvadore's and Grell's mission were of noble nature, they wanted to end war and suffering, bringing the world together as one happy people. The people of each race, joined together in harmony with the trolls, and for almost 1000 years this reign held water. However, at the end of the 2 ned era, when the turn came to the dark elves, they met resistance. The current dark elven leader, Kenorath Kadoxx, declared war immidiatly on the empire of Elburen. And thus began the age of war.

Chapter 5. AGE OF WAR  (3rd Era - 4th Era)

         The Dark Elves are smart. Painfully smart. And in addition to that, they are vicious. Thats why they managed to war against a entire world. And by those words, the tale about the age of war begins. The empire had just dispatched foot troops to the freezone, when the sea attack from the Dark Elves stuck Freehaven. The word had it, that they had viciously slaughtered the wood elves, and the few who survived, had escaped to the mainland, using canoes only. The rumor were true, and in the woods, north of Freehaven, they had stranded, and were in sore need of help. The Dark Elves had taken over Freehaven, and were making their way trough the freezone, and were soon crossing over to the human kingdom, in direction of Castlefall. Elvadore, and his military advisor Grell, met the troops they had dispatched outside Castlefall's walls. About 300 000 giants, dwarves, high elves, trolls and a few wood elves were there. Now the strategy had to be set, and meanwhile the troops rested outside the walls of Castlefall. Oh what a sight it was, the sight of 300 000 men eagerly waiting to fight for their freedom. Elvadore, Grell and the other leaders were spendng the night strategizing their attack. They only knew that the dark elves, had captivated Freehaven, but what they didn't know, was that the dark elves soon reached Castlefall. The night after, a scream broke the silence of the night; "DARK ELVES! HORDES OF DARK ELVES ! EVERYONE TO THEIR POSTS !". People ran out into their homes, locked the doors and tried to hide the best they could. The troops within the city walls, were rushed out onto the fields, and the gates were locked. "Archers on the walls ! NOW !", commanded Grell. Elavore and Grell, themselves made their position on the city walls, and looked out on 300 000 empire warriors, looking into the night. But nothing could be seen. Only cast darkness. Not even the stars could be seen. It was dead dark, and the skies were black. It is said today, that a evil spirit rested over the plains that night. "Where are they ?", said Elavodre suprisingly. Grell took down his raised sword, and took a step back and said; "Damn ! False alarm !". The warriors on the fields began chatting amongst themselves, and there were confusion. Suddenly, out from the darkness, marched hordes of dark elves, slowly towards the city. They moved slowly, like a silent hunter, approaching his prey. There must have been a million dark elves that night. They halted suddenly and a man on a horse came forward. Grell made down from the walls and took his horse and met him. As Grell approached him, the dark elf on the black horse smiled cleverly. His red eyes went as shock light trough the night, and the white hair created a ghostly feeling. "My name is Kenortah Kadoxx" the dark elf said. Grell presented himself too, but he had a hard time speaking clearly, as he realized he were facing the leader of the dark elves, Kadoxx himself. Grell managed to grab his courage, and said; "Kadoxx, we only wish peace for our people. We want the world to be one happy empire, ruled by us, and yourself if you wish." Kadoxx quickly replied; "Never will the dark elves bow for another race. Never will our traditions, our country and our freedom be in the hands of someone else.". Grell looked deep into the eyes of Kadoxx and said, "If you do not surrender now, this night will be your last." "So be it !", Kadoxx replied, turned his horse and rode back to the others, and Grell did the same. They both informed their armies that tonight, a war which would go down in history, would take place. Grell informed them to stay put, stay silent and sit down. They all did. The Dark Elves didn't understand this, and they charaged immidiatly, hoping they would catch the empire troops in a weak moment. What they didn't know, was that on the city walls, almost 10 000 archers were hiding, and when the dark elves were near enough, they sent out hundreds of thousands of arrows, hitting thousands of dark elves, leaving them in a blood bath. The Dark Elven army had shrinked greatly on this clever move from Grell, and now the two armies clashed together for real. People died like flies on the fields, blood were seen everywhere, forming pools and creaks of the red liquid. The war raged into the night, and on the morning side, it were coming close to an end. The armies were both down to a thousand men each. Then the unbelivable happened, Dark Elves stormed the city, broke into the castle, captivated Elvadore Elburen and took him as their prisoner. The Dark Elves quickly retreated, escaping into the woods, with Elavore as their prisoners. The empire failed to track them down, and the few left returned to the city. The fields were covered in blood. Hundreds of thousands of men were scattered around, some alone, and some in piles. The sun were coming up in the horizon. Grell dropped down on his knees and broke out in tears. "Why, god ? Zeberai hear my words, why !?", he shouted towards the sky, which were clearing up. His question were not answered, and he stumbeled onto his feet, joined his men, and went back into the city. Miles away, the Dark Elves were crossing the border and headed to Freehaven. Once they were there, their glory were celebrated and Elvadore were thrown in prison. An emissary from Grell were sent to Freehaven, and were to meet Kadoxx. Kadoxx were given an offer; give Elvadore back, and we will end our empire. Kadoxx immidiatly went down to the dungeon where Elvadore were kept and told him all about it. Next day, in the middle of the street, Elvadore were pistioned on a gallows and people flocked to see the execution, or the surrendering. Kadoxx gave Elvadore a ultimatum; "Say you will stop your revolution and surreder as your friend Grell has done, and you shall live. If not, you shall die this very day." Elavore slowly looked up at Kadoxx, with a rope rapped around his neck, and said; "I will rather die, than ever surrender for the likes of you.". And so he did. Elavore were hanged infront of the whole city of Freehaven. The humans that had been spared, returned to their homes in sadness, and the Dark Elves celebrated. Once the word of this reached Castlefall, the flute had another tone. The word about Elavore's statment reached all four corners of the empire, and more people regained their faith. Voluntary warriors of all races came to Castlefall, to battle in the last war against the dark elves. There were millions ! And not much later after, the Dark Elves had been driven back to their mainland, and the Wood Elves were given their rightful share of the land. Kadoxx's head were cut off his body, and put in the palace in Castlefall, where it remains today. Now the world was in shock after the war, even after its victory. The population once again were down to a minimum, and people mysteriously became unhappy with the empire. And thus began the age of kings.

Chapter 6. AGE OF KINGS  (4th Era)

          This is the age, where you are born, were you live, and were you will die. The races have now formed their own kingdoms, and the world is therefor spilt into six of these kingdoms. The world is ruled by each kingdoms monarch, and within each kingdom, clans are starting to form, taking over areas and adding to their membership list. The economy is starting to flow and get more steady, the wars have ended, and harmony has once again, rapped its arms around Menath. People follow their own paths, wether its within the art of trade or battle. Kingdoms are building up their cities, towns and villages once again, creating roads and more. Adventurers are sent out to explore the worlds, and many choose to go to the last frontier, the wastelands. Blacksmiths craft the finest of weapons to the warriors. Warriors protect the city and traders from foul monsters. Tailors create clothes for the kings, and the kings rule over the people. Have we finally reached the place in history, were peace is the alone ruler of the world ? From this era, we are starting a new age of dreams. A new age of hopes. Its the beginning of an age, the dawn of a new era.