In the beginning there was Creation. Creation viewed the cosmos as an infinite expanse to be filled. Creation brought forth Light (Lyt), and gave her the world of Melar to put forth her vision. Melar was populated by a human race, unestablished and barbaric. Light gave the world a divine touch, creating civilization where there was none. Years passed and the world of Melar flourished, the race of humans expanding and reveling in a great time of peace. Then Darkness grew envious.

Darkness spawned out of the same essence that created Light. Filling the voids where she was not, touching her creations with malice and corruption. For millennia Light and Darkness fought with the power of gods, their conflict escalating more and more until the world of Melar was a fragment of what Creation had made. Creation looked upon his children with disdain, he could not understand the destruction they had sowed. Having enough he created a prison and trapped Darkness and Light and all of their creations together to fight out their eternal battle without destroying the world anymore then they already had, he called this prison the Soul Stone. Creation drew from the soul of the world and rose a massive city from the ground. He took the souls of the fallen and created giant golem like shells, tasking them with a singular directive: defend the prison at all cost.

Creation looked upon Melar with sadness. The world was desolate and barren. Civilizations had crumbled and the whole of humanity had perished. Creation walked the parapets of his prison, yearning to create again but no one entity should have the power that Light or Darkness had. He decided to spread the power amongst 8 pure elements, preventing one from reaching a pinnacle of power like his previous creations. He stood amongst his newborn children and gave them 2 directives: Each child will be given a part of the world equal to his siblings, you will have 8 days and then you must leave this world, create in your imagine. Creation took the Soul Stone and set it to a slow spin, placing it in the center of the city. “And the second command father?” Asked the children in unison. Creation smiled and vanished.

1600 years have passed since the world of Melar was crafted by the children of Creation. The world has evolved and become shaped by the influences of the elements. A ruling council represented by each region sits in the City of Souls, the protectorate guarding the Soul Stone eternally. Even with Creation spreading his power amongst his 8 children conflict still exists, many wars have been fought and rival nations meet in battle frequently. The world has gone through a long stint of a peace but something is amiss. Twisted spawn creep in the underdark or in deep forests, half complete creations that have been slowly brooding and waiting. Strange sightings and an unsettling tone persist in the City of Souls. Where will your destiny take you?