<strong>The Story</strong><br/><br/><br/>In ancient times, Mother Earth was ruled by magical creatures of all kinds. Some were good and used real magic as a part of life unlike the new beings of today. Though some were not so good, some used their magic to enslave other beings and claimed the land as their own. Corrupting it and turning the most into a dry, lifeless wasteland. These nameless creatures sought to take control of all the lands, starting from the ice region all the way to the Kingdom of Meadows. In these times elves ruled as the humans do now before they made their leave to the forests.<br/><br/>The elves were unwilling to let these creatures destroy their Mother Earth any longer and gained aid from the remaining beings of their world to aid them in trapping these creatures down below. Deeper then the dwarven mines they must be sent where nothing but fire exsists. The flames will conceal them for all time.<br/><br/>As it were a great battle was fought, many races of creatures found their exstinction that day. The ones who remained would live on into the new world. The battle ended in elven favor but at such a great price. They managed to trap these nameless down in the depth of an enchanted fire, so far down it reached their Earth's core. The relic they used to do this however had become corrupted, breaking into four pieces and at first thought to be harmless.<br/><br/>The essence of these creatures however was trapped inside the pieces, anyone who touched it slowly began to lose their sanity. And it didn't stop there, it spread like a desease from the holder to others, slowly but steadily. Realising this four were sent to dispose of the pieces, taking them back to the wasteland they came from where they could not touch anyone else again. The four never returned but a week after they were sent things began to act more normally as it was meant to. No one ever knew what happened to the four nor where the pieces ended up. It was decided not to discuss it further, the less known the less likely the relics could be found.<br/><br/>Hundreds of years have passed since that, new beings began surfacing on the New Earth. One of those being early humans. The need for magic was becoming less and less and so the elves decided to take these early forms of humans and educate them. Other races seperated and spread out amongst the land, lesser beings took dwelling near the wastelands but even they wouldn't go in. More long years past and humans were now taking in the ways of the elves. Thinking for themselves and living off the lands, making intelligent decisions.<br/><br/>The race of the elves after the great battle were faltering in numbers, soon this land would need a new being to watch over it. So after intrusting the humans with the task the elves then went into the forest, becoming a scarce race to find as they live out the rest of their lives. The humans have built three seperate kingdoms over the land, after coming to some minor disagreements of how things should be ran. The kingdoms have under gone several battles over the new years, even going through several kings in the process after falling in combat. Ven's Keep is now ruled by the more cowardly younger brother, Ezra, of the fallen king. His son Fredrick is next in line for the throne, a spitting image of his father to the letter. Then there's his niece Isabeth, the daughter of the former ruler. Ezra took so much delight in the girl he named her his third heir.<br/><br/>Despite the obvious set backs and cowardous acts among the nobles, the kingdoms have seen many peaceful years. Everything has seemed to fallen into a set and content place and except for a still few the days of magic seemed to be drawing an end. That was at least until the day, the young son of a farmer found a pretty piece of jade tablet...