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In the beginning, there was Darkness.
Having fled their dying world, the Lord of Order and the Forsaken One
came unto a desolate plane. With no other recourse before them, they
began to mold the plane around their own existence. Time changed the two
of them, causing the Lord of Order to descend into the Shadows and the
Forsaken One to step out of the Shadow into Magic.
Now the Lord of Shadows, the Unseen created his army of followers to
inhabit the world. The Violet Spider, as the Forsaken came to be known,
gave magic unto the world and created an army of followers. Pleased
with their creations, the two Lords sat upon their thrones to watch the
puppet show they had created.
Factions among the follwers began to form, leading to long and
bloody wars. Rather than seek direct confrontation, the armies of the
Unseen worked among the shadows cast by the Light. The followers of
Magic split into two sides of Chaos and Order. Their magical wars
ravaged the world unto at last both sides realized that they could not
be assured of victory using magic. Chaos turned to the Shadows for help,
knowing full well that they risked a black dagger in their back at a
moment of weakness. The Mages of Order decided to weave the five magics
into creating an army that would be immune to the magic of the Chaos
Mages. Their plan worked perfectly to a fault.
The armies of Order and Chaos met on the field for the battle that
would decide the winner for all time. Chaos, armed with with the magic
of the Shadows, took the field with hosts of demons and Primordial
Darkness at their backs. At first it seemed that they would win. The
Darkness drove back the Light of Order until it seemed that there was no
hope. Arriving at the twelfth hour, the anti-magic army joined the
fray. The Chaos Mages had never before had their spells deflected back
at them. Their surprise lead to fear, and from fear they quickly
succumbed to defeat. The bloodthirsty warriors, seeing that they were
immune to the magic, attacked with renewed vigor. As a reward for their
victory, the Mages of Order allowed their warriors to sack and loot the
cities of Chaos.
Very quickly, they realized that they could no longer control the
bloodthirsty slayers. Entire countries were raped and burned by the
marauding armies, immune even to the magic that created them. After one
particularily vicious assault on a peaceful kingdom, the Mages of Order
set a trap for their army. While celebrating their spoils, the army was
careless in keeping sentries posted around the city. The Mages of Order,
knowing that their spells would not affect the army, turned to the
Shadow. Shadow gave them the power to summon and bind demonic creatures
to their side. The sleeping, drunken warriors never had a chance. The
demons came in the night, slaughtering men, women, and children without
mercy. Only a handful of the warriors survived to flee into the
mountains where they were lead by their Dwarven Captain. Barely able to
banish the demons before they got out of control, the Mages of Order
turned in on themselves. They could no longer stand for Order, but
instead became obsessed with discipline as a means to gain power. They
had seen how rash, wild decisions had lead to such disasterous results
and vowed never to make those mistakes again.
The Dwarven Captain, named after a siege weapon he had designed
during a bloody campaign, lead his remaining men into the mountains. The
secret of the anti-magic protection was preserved, in a weakened form,
through the centuries among the descendants of the bloodthirsty warriors
that came to be known as the BattleRagers. Forever hating the Mages that
betrayed them, they seek to destroy all that practice magic.
Through all of this, the Shadow watched and waited. The last of the
Chaos Mages, having barely escaped annihilation, once again sought out
the Shadow. The Shadow twisted the Chaos Mages from magic, giving
them the power to cause disorder and chaos rather than true magic. For a
time, Chaos began to grow strong. Perhaps something of old was
remembered by the Unseen. Or perhaps it was the natural way of keeping
the balance. Order rose up to balance out the Chaos. Before too long,
even Shadow found that it could not exist without Light defining its
existence.
Sitting on their thrones, the Two kept a watchful eye on their
creation. When their role as overseers had become unnecessary, they
turned from this world, perhaps to seek another in which to mold. The
world they left in their wake is what you now stand on. The Powers of
the world continue to rise and fall like the tides. The future lies as
an unwritten book before you. New gods and goddesses sit in the heavens,
watching the mortals live and die on their whims. The Shining Lady sits
across from the Dark One, the two forever locked in the struggle for
ascendancy. Minor powers rise and fall, the Grey One strives for
balance, and the mortal realms are the setting for the last game.
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