Once in a time where steel helped to survive and magic existed to see the unspoken - the
essential base of everything - in that time a land was growing which extended from the
Wyrm Woods to the Death's Sea and from the Wastes to the dwarven kingdom Throal. Its
name was Barsaive.
For almost everything magic was used and so the magical level rose up more and more.
Then, as it reached its highest level - the unholy dark came on earth. The shroud of
madness. The prophecy came true. Humanity hid in their Kaers which they built to escape
from eternal hell. The devastating plague crawled over the land and left death and ruins
behind. The horrors invented strange techniques to enter the Kaers. Their thirst for blood
was unquenchable. Often they possessed the mentally weak to lead their fellows to death.
And so it was for 500 years.
When the horrors left earth back to their dimension, mankind began to open the Kaers and
rebuilt the cities. Barsaive thrived in old beautiness. It took about a hundred years to
restore it.
And this is where the story takes place...
...in the age of
