History of the World

Space and Time are seals that have separated the two essences of the universe, the Material and the Mental, by an insurmountable barrier. Yet the rational life of the material world was always eager to reach beyond these bonds, to permeate into the Unknown.

The world, still young in those times of Terra, was impregnated by the magic of the original CHAOS, the source of all things. The seals were weak while the barrier, dividing the stable world from the ever-changing IMMATERRIAL, was thin. The poles of Terra bound it together with feed funnels of the entries, the GATES OF CHAOS with the SOURCE.

AYA, the soul of the created world, drank juice from the cradle of CHAOS that gave birth to her, creating unusual forms of life in the world. AYA was anointed by the magic of mental energy, filling her with the power of creation. Lo and behold the day came, when the child awoke to its independence. It cast aside its cradle, closing the gates. The magic that had hitherto penetrated freely into the world, ceased to flow, remaining in a shell, and dissolved in all material things with the energy of existence. Rejecting the external energy of the SOURCE, AYA fell into enduring sleep and doomed the life she had created to its own development.

While the soul of Terra slept, the first sentient beings appeared on its surface, seeking the help of the outside world. Feeling their weakness, they turned to the UNKNOWN SOURCE, enduing shapeless energy with stable visual forms and attributes. The surrounding world was filled with dismay; powerful natural phenomena and cataclysms agitated Terra's surface. Huge segments broke away from the large piece of land, which the new sentients saw as their home, and fell away into the deep waters that washed the edges of the world. It is no surprise that the first beings conceived in the funnels of CHAOS, the bearer of any mental energy, were powerful, fierce demons that personified the fears of the young world's beings.

The new beings developed rapidly, feeding on inexhaustible reserves of the magic energy of CHAOS. They entered an evolutionary battle with one another; the strong devoured the weak and became stronger still, until four stable beings emerged from the diversity of ever-changing CHAOS. Thus appeared the great GODS OF CHAOS created by the mental energy of sentient beings.

World development. The first race

The world was growing and gaining wisdom. The first ancient race of Terra was the Elves. They found harmony largely between the strength of the sleeping AYA and the magic enclosed in all things. Knowledge of nature, pull of the race towards beauty and harmony led to the creation of great works of art and elegant crafts. The unique metabolism of the Elves meant that upon reaching adulthood they could preserve their youth for centuries. The experience gained over centuries helped the race make incredible progress in acquiring knowledge and in dealing with the energy of the universe. For the Elves, magic replaced many technologies that other races implemented by way of machines or manual labour. Wondrous air cities and castles hovered over the elfin lands and the spires of tall towers rose high into the sky.

Yet careless and bold experiments with magic led to the first fall of the seals and to the penetration of CHAOS into the material world.

Troubled AYA awoke and hurried to close the Gates. Nevertheless, CHAOS had already changed by this time; it had a strong bond with the sentient beings of Terra and it was not possible to close the gap in the material world completely. Now, any magic brought about perceptible breaches in the barrier that protected one world from the other. Dark beings penetrated the world through the wormholes of CHAOS, which had inundated the space of the IMMATERRIAL by that time. Demons, monsters and harpies hungered for the souls and flesh of living beings.

AYA soaked up the main bulk of magic energy, thus reducing the effect of any magic in the material world. Many wonderful animals and creations that lived on high concentration of magic energy perished. The Elves' cities in the air came crashing down, no longer supported by the winds of magic. The great magicians of the Elves were deprived of most of their magic power. The world ceased to be the magical place it had been before.

Many centuries have passed since that time. Three other, lesser races that had populated Terra - Gnomes, Humans and Orcs - were glorified and fell into decline, competing for a place under the sun.

The era of precarious balance of the races came and ended with a cruel war. For many centuries, the interracial factions devastated the Middle-earth with the fire of war. Mighty strongholds rose up in place of once beautiful cities. The time of greed and cruelty had come. A time when thirst was quenched with enemy's blood. It was a time of the war of races.

The Gnomes hated the crafty, arrogant Elves. The Elves despised the greedy gnomes, who trembled over the gold and precious stones deep in their mines. The Orcs turned any living beings they could capture into slaves. The Goblins settled in the ancient forests and on cliffs like parasites.

Humans hated and destroyed everyone, either because they were not as rich as the Gnomes, did not live as long as the Elves or were not as strong as the Orcs, or because they were the youngest and most numerous of the races, with a need for new territories.

The sharp sword and the strong armour were the best of friends in these times:

Lone burial grounds and ruins of destroyed cities now stood where once lay the bustling trade routes of the Middle-earth. Travelling marauders and bandits controlled the now empty territories.

The fury and the wrath of war filled the air of the Middle-earth with Dark Energy, the seals burned again and cohorts of demons rushed forth into the world, taking the souls of the solders, buried in the mounds and carrying them deep into the funnel. Remainders of the army of the races joined forces against the army of darkness. Never before had an Orc stood next to a Man, an Elf in one line of battle with a Gnome. Yet, even despite this, the forces were not equal. The races, tormented by many years of war could not hold out. The world as we knew it at that time had fallen.

There were those who accepted the coming of the Demons as a new era and joined them under the banner of the DARK GODS. Those who accepted the gifts of darkness gradually mutated, becoming a ruthless tool of CHAOS.

AYA, resisting the invasion of CHAOS, in her agony destroyed every living thing on the planet, transforming it into a lifeless desert.

CHAOS made use of the cataclysm on the planet and stole the genetic codes of the creation of Terra. In the depths of IMMATERRIAL the GODS OF CHAOS formed their own world: a world of merciless competition, a world of MAGIC and STEEL. Using the genetic codes, THEY recreated the warriors of TERRA, transforming them into powerful fighting machines. The warriors worshipped their creators thus maintaining their mental essence in a stable condition. Each of the GODS OF CHAOS strove to gain more influence in CHAOS, presented its vassals with knowledge of magic and with mutations, developing their fighting capabilities, in return receiving the souls of the humbled warriors.