1st Era : Lasted nearly 1200 years
0Aw - 424Aw : The Awakening
425Aw - 454Aw : Year of the Night Fire
455Aw - 649Aw : War of Brothers
650Aw - 1158Aw : 1st Age, The Age of Magic

While some of the Gods had been here for eons (Perteum, Gotruis, and Kameakias), new Gods began to arrive and fill the empty voids the older Gods ignored, much to the others disapproval. Twelve new Gods arrived and began fighting to lay claim to the world below. They brought with them new conflicts as well as new concepts. The others that came were Bharat, Caedmon, Dubaku, Gutxi, Horatius, Kasal, Kiamana, Odhran, Ptah, Sethalis, Shehrevar, Xukthalis. Out of all the concepts and ideas brought, no other idea was more important than the mortal soul brought by Kasal.

Bharat came and brought warmth when the brothers could not. Once the mortals below began gaining intelligence, he taught them the concept of fire. With this concept now known to them, they slacked in their worship of the twin Sun Gods. The twin brother Gods did not like this and sought ways to remove him quickly lest he think bigger and want to replace one of the brothers in their duties.

Caedmon had a dark way of looking at the universe. The first chance Caedmon got, he taught the mortals about war. He was instrumental in teaching them the ways of battle and killing early on, much to the displeasure of the other Gods. With the idea of war now in their blood, mortals began waging war on each other for pleasure and power, never being done before. When the mortals began warring below, he just sat back and watched in mute pleasure.

Dubaku brought his eleven children with him from places unknown to any other. These eleven children went to the world below and went into hiding, knowing something about what was to come from their fathers warnings. The went into hiding in remote parts of the world and went into a deep hibernation. These eleven children grew into what are the dragons today.

Gutxi saw the souls below her and felt pity on them and created the Olwynn in her own diminutive image. Giving them a cleverness that the other new mortals did not have at such an early state. She did this to give them an advantage over the larger mortals, fearing they would harm her little children. It is thought that she fled the destruction of a world where the mortals destroyed much of what she held dear. They would eventually become strong psionics.

Horatius came to the world with a purpose. He saw that the Gods that were here before the others had developed a passing of time solely on the thought of day and night, light and dark. But there were no seasons, no reason or rhythm. There was no order to how the world grew, only a chaotic shamble. He changed the climate of the world so the seasons changed and gave the mortals a way to tell the passage of time by the changing of the seasons and the planting of crops.

Kasal was the one to have brought the soul of those mortals that were placed on Hewdamia. It is thought that he came from a world that had died or burned out and found a new place for the souls to continue on. When these souls were placed on the world below, they wandered in agony until Kameakias felt pity and gave them that which they needed, flesh. A few were over looked or even escaped his grasp, but most of the wandering souls were given a home to a new body to begin life on the world. With these new additions added to the world, the Gods had new reasons to battle.

Kiamana saw the untamed oceans below him and sought to tame them. He did and by doing so, populated it with wonders from the souls that still wandered or that were missed or over looked by Kameakias. Kiamana also taught mortals about the ocean and how to respect her and sail her, teaching them to navigate by the stars so they would not get lost.

Odhran was impressed with some of the other Gods additions to the world. Mainly Kiamana and Horatius. Odhran continued with one step further by creating the different types of vegetation in the world. Filling it with trees, plants, all manor of growth to populate the world and let it grow on its own. With Horatius’s help he taught the mortals how to cultivate these plants to live and grow off them and make them flourish.

Ptah was important, even beyond some of the other Gods. She came when the mortals were still learning to live. She brought them one thing the others had forgotten. She taught them the ability to speak. She taught them language, and while she tried to teach them the value of art. It would not be for many centuries later that they began to appreciate it.

Sethalis arrived and brought pain and suffering. The other Gods looked down on him for his desire for pain, destruction, and power. Even among the Gods he was unusually power hungry. They tried to force him away from the world but his determination halted their progress. He waited until their was a shift in the Gods and when they began warring with one another he stepped away and began his work in private. He looked down on the world at what the other gods had created and laughed. With a wave of his hand he began corrupting that which the Gods had created. Slowly he started creating creatures to populate the world in small numbers at first then growing to take over small islands. The others failed to see this as they were in the process of battling for control. By the time they were finished he had corrupted 1/3 of the worlds population with his abominations.

Shehrevar saw the mortals milling about on the world below and gave them a special gift. He taught them magic when the other Gods were fighting. He taught them his secrets and hide many more throughout the world for them to find when they were ready. This is only legends as no one has ever found this hidden knowledge of magic. The gift of magic brought the mortals into the world with their eyes open. They accomplished so many things with the use of magic they never thought possible.

Xukthalis arrived and was instantly curious of the world below him. He immediately began watching the world and the Gods to gain incite into this new realm for him. He sat still as he watched, never moving from his perch. He circled every day and every night until his body started to harden. He realized his error to late, but by sitting still for so long he had become hard as stone. To this day the mortals below can still see him watching from above as he passes by every night in the guise of the moon.

After the Awakening, the mortals were slowly carving out their claim on the untamed lands and growing as much as they could while above the Gods squabbled, argued and occasionally fought with one another for these new prizes. These souls became the forefathers of the Ginesh, the Gison, and the Derevo; although the Derevo would split multiple times before their Age came and went.

Over 300 years had passed since the arrival and birth of moral men and they were beginning to prosper quickly. They learned early on the benefits of talking to the Gods. They learned the way of magics from the Gods and by other means taught to them. Certain Gods gave boons for talking to them every day. Small sects began to spread through the groups of mortals and began to separate the mortals from one another. They started separating themselves, not by race, but by the Gods that they talked to. During this split of factions, the two God Brothers began to fight more and more over those below them who they claimed meant little to them

Then it happened. The Gods began to war. The skies rumbled and flashed with their might, and the ground below them shook with their rage. Thats when the sky fell on those below. For nearly a year, fire and stone fell from the sky as the two brothers fought their battle in the sky above. The flames and stone ruined homes and crops, it killed cattle and people without mercy. Anyone caught outside during the fire storms were doomed. They were what caused a race to go to war with itself.

Gotruis and Perteum were the more respected of the Gods by the Gison. They were the fire in the sky, they were everlasting and gave life and warmth to the world and battled every day over who would gain the respect of the Gison. This is how the War of Brothers began. It is lost in history on how the war started or who started it first, but that it was over the twin Gods Perteum and Gotruis, and that Gison spilled the blood of their own is apparent and well documented. The date that it all began is documented in some ancient history tablets throughout the different races. Right after the first nights of the Night Fire, the Gison went to war over their Gods. Men killed life long friends because they spoke to a different God. Fathers killed their own children for speaking to the wrong God, and brother ended up killing brother as the war raged on. Powerful forced were unleashed at their fellow Gison. So powerful in fact, that the Gods took notice. They saw what they had given to the mortals below, saw what they had given them to use against their own followers. And they felt worry. The war raged on for nearly 300 years with over 50% of the original population of Gison having been killed. In their shame they went to hiding in the mountains, building their new homes under ground in the sanctity of the stone that could not burn. And vowing never to lay a hand in anger on another brother again.

While the war between Gison was raging on the plains and mountains, the Olwynn were growing. They were learning everything they could that could benefit them and expand their control over the lands that they claimed as theirs. They saw early on when the fighting between Gison began that they would never physically match up against the other races they populated the world so they went and built walls around their coastal homes and hide from the outside world. They did this and prospered for over 500 years.

4th Era
1609A - 2615A : Flight of the Dragons
2650A - 2928A : New races all are found to be prospering
2930A - 3515A : Golden Age of Prosperity
3550A - present : Dark Uprising
4th Age : 4th Age, The Age of Darkness

Right after the 1000 years of human prosperity, it all suddenly came crashing down. Mortals became cocky with the returned use of magic. They were soon tested with the arrival of Dubaku’s children. When they arrived to the world they were small and frail, frightened creatures unsure of the world which their Father-God had sent them. They went into hiding to grow and learn and rest. For 2000 years they slept and grew, their unnatural bodies never needing food while they slept as they took it from their surroundings. They awoke in a land far different from their arrival but their needs were still the same. Across the world the children of Dubaku mated and gave birth to others. Over the next 1000 years they mated and birthed more of their kind unaware that on the other side of the world other sentient beings lived and died. After the 1000 years of their birthing cycle they went into hibernation again with their offspring falling suit.

And they slept for another 2000 years. When they woke up this second time however, the need for mating was there in the younger offspring, but the original children of Dubaku felt a need they never had before. It had been to long since they had heard the calling of their Father-God, so they went out to look for the answers to their questions. They looked everywhere for their Father-God and came to the conclusion that he was no longer here. The fact that he could be dead never came to their mind as they were nearly as eternal as the Gods. They raged and took this rage to the mortals that occupied the lands burning the land with their magical breath and devouring cattle and people alike.

To the mortals, these dragons seemed like the gods themselves come to the world. Their massive size and abilities defied anything they had every seen. Only when the Gods warred above had they witnessed such devastation. They fought back however, and while they didn’t push back the dragons they were still able to survive the onslaught. No one knows why the dragons finally stopped and returned to their homes. But as abrupt as it started, the flight of the dragons ended and they went back into their hibernation awaiting the next 2000 years for an answer from their father-god.

In the wake of the horrific flight of the dragons other races were found to have been prospering in different parts of the lands. In the south where the sea of desert and sand stretched for miles the Lemiean were found to have prospered and built cities of mud and brick as shelter against the hot sun and sand. In the boggy swamp lands to the south east the Sslassti, a sentient lizard like creature, was found to have built small tribal towns and found expanding to the surrounding areas. And to the north past the edge of the mountain range were found what appeared to be giants. These tribal clans were a very proud race and distrustful of any outsiders, yet friendly to those who proved trust. Later finding out that they were a half breed of human and gison, both races deny the claims.

With these three new races found a new time of prospering began with all races growing in this new period. For nearly 600 years this growth continued with advances in magic supplementing technology at every turn. This growth would come crashing to an end however when Sethalis’s children resurfaced and rose again against the mortals, this time they were not fighting for control over land and kingdoms but over Hewdamia itself. A new Age would begin with this Dark Uprising. The Age of Darkness.

2nd Era : Lasted roughly 2500 years
1150Aw - 1200Aw : Beginning/ Ending of an Era
1250Aw - 2300Aw : War of the Gods
0Gw - 250Gw : 250 years of Rebuilding
260Gw - 780Gw : 500 Year War
500Gw - 1100Gw : 2nd Age, The New Age

The second era started off in better light than the 1st era ended. For almost 500 years there was a rebuilding going on with the Gison, continued growth for the Olwynn, and understanding with the Derevo about the different factions in their families. Like all things, this time had come to and end.

During these five decades that the mortals grew and built their homes, the Gods sat above them and argued. The argued not about each other for a change, but over mortals and what they had learned. Kameakias had taken most of the punishment from the war between the Gison. The very land itself had been rip asunder and blasted and broken beyond repair from the magics and carnage that the gison let loose at each other. The Gods argued because they had erred. They erred in giving so much information to the mortals that prayed to them and made them stronger with each prayer.

While the Gods argued, Caedmon began to work. He slipped away and began building gates in remote places of the world, hidden from the questioning eyes of his fellow Gods, away from meddling mortals. These massive stone gates depict scenes of horror and terror beyond what anyone had seen. These gates were doorways to another place, possibly from where Caedmon originally came from. These gates opened to the world of the Demons and their kin. Caedmon had originally planned to open the gates and unleash a swath of destruction so encompassing, that the Gods would fail to stop it. The gates were dubbed the Demon Gates and they stood ready to unleash a hell on the world only Caedmon had ever seen before. He placed keys throughout the world to be used when he was ready, but before that time came, he was thrust into an argument that would change the Gods forever.

Kameakias and Gotruis argued with Perteum and the new God Caedmon about the need to curtail the use the magic on the world. Saying that with mortals having the power to shake the world, they could learn how to shake the Gods as well. Caedmon argued that it was a ploy to gain followers or an upper hand over what he was trying to carve out as his realm on the world. Trying to take away his followers powers so that he could be removed or maybe even replaced. Perteum, while never liking Caedmon, agreed that they should do nothing about the mortals on the world below as they were insignificant to them. So saying this, the brothers once again went to war only this time, the entire realm of the Gods was involved.

When the Gods warred, mortals knew it. The grounds heaved and shook under their feet, the skies blackened and burned, crops withered as soon as they grow, and prayers were never answered. This war was different for the Gods however. With nearly 500 years of relative peace from war, the mortals had done nothing but studied and prospered. One of the things they had studied was magic. The very thing that the Gods were warring over. They were able to actually affect the outcome of these Godly battles and did what the Gods thought impossible. Mortals waged war on the gods. When it was all said and done, the Gods looked at the carnage they had wrought and wept. With the exception for Sethalis that is. They saw what they had given the mortals and they were afraid. Mortals had done the impossible. And to make matters worse, not all the Gods had survived the war. For over 1000 years this war raged on, with casualties on both sides, mortal and God. When the smoke cleared all wept for the losses.

Bharat, Caedmon, Dubaku, Gutxi, Horatius, Kiamana, Odhran, Ptah, and Shehrevar did not survive the war of the Gods. Some think that they are in hiding regaining strength, but the mortals chosen by the Gods as their voice know the truth. The Gods who no longer answer the prayers of their followers are dead. This changed the outlook on a few things and the Gods came to an agreement. With the loss of Shehrevar magic changed. The remaining Gods took the knowledge of magic, all the forces that were taught to the mortals, all the powers that could be manipulated and crystalized them, hoping that the mortals could not figure out how to use magic with their god gone.

It is known, or at least widely rumored, that Sethalis was the one to have removed Caedmon. He didn’t like how much like him that the younger God was. He was to power hungry for Sethalis and did not want a power struggle eons later when the younger God was more powerful. The other Gods were to busy in their own struggles to have noticed but it was still figured to be his doing. Another reason for the Gods not to trust him. Because of his death, Caedmon was never able to open the gates so they sit dormant still. His followers actively seek out these keys in the hopes that by opening the Demon gates, he would return.

It really isn’t known how long the Gods warred, so much was lost that will never be replaced. The fabled Library City of Tasgall was one such resource to have been lost. It was an entire city devoted to knowledge and learning. It is said that had information on every magic used and even maps of the entire world, a complete history of all the mortal races on the world from their birth to their death, and a complete record of the world of the time. It was even rumored to have had scriptures written by the Gods themselves there. All the wonders kept in this city were there only to be lost when the city was destroyed in the War of the Gods.

After what is thought to be 1000 years of the war, mortals began to rebuild what was destroyed not only by the Gods but by themselves. This time of rebuilding started a new cycle in mortals. Since they had lost track of time and didn’t know where to begin again, they started a new calendar and a new year. For 250 years they rebuilt the world, their homes and their histories again. Only for tragedy to strike again. The Gison, after all these decades, finally came out of their mountain homes to view the outside world. In their self seclusion after so long, they had changed from they way people had remembered them. They had grown shorter, stockier and had a distrust of anyone who was not of their family. During one of these outings, they met up with a group of rogue Derevo and ended up having to fight them off as they raided their camp. The Gison not understanding that these were in fact rogues of the race and not the normal took it upon themselves to return the favor, thinking that the family is responsible for the actions of those members in it. Or at least that is how they view their world; the entire family is responsible for its member’s actions.

Needless to say, under this big misunderstanding a war raged on between the two races for 500 more years. After which, with the help of a mediator, they both understood that the entire war had been over the doings of a few who had been banished from the Derevo country side. This brought the Derevo in closer and the in-fighting started. This in-fighting would be minor and mainly heated arguments for another 600 years.

Even before the end of the Derevo and Gison war, the rest of the world had begun to fall into a repression of sorts. Crops would not grow and produce like they had in the past. The rebuilding that had gone on so well for 250 years, had ceased to progress and had actually started to decline. Sickness and plagues slowly worked their way across the lands killing a good portion of the population. The wars had stopped for the most part, all but the Gison and Derevo war that raged on in the plains and forests outside of most civilization. Some have thought this was the actions of the God Sethalis wreaking havoc on the world.

During this time, more and more of Sethalis’s handy work could be seen. His creatures began roaming out of the wilds destroying small villages and towns and running back into hiding before anyone could respond. They began kidnapping children mostly, but for what no one knows as they were never seen from again. This sent the populations into seclusion as well. Where it was possible, walls and fortresses were built to keep out the raging beasts and to protect the masses from Sethalis and his abominations. This went on for nearly 600 years, with the lands slowing being taken over by the creatures.

They started slowly but began taking over a large island just west of the mainland. Unfortunately, this was were the Olwynn had chosen for their home. Slowly they were pushed back until they could no longer retreat as they were trapped between the ocean and the advancing hoard of creatures. Then for some unknown reason, the invasion halted and they stopped advancing leaving the Olwynn to fend for themselves. While most of them did leave, a small stronghold was built on the cliff face to watch for and defend the ocean crossing to the mainland from the creatures. The island was renamed Isle de Sangellas or the Isle of Blood in honor of those who had fallen in the protection of the people.

The Olwynn left and went east to the opposite coast line and built a fortress to match the one they had left. With the loss of more than 2/3 of their population, they had little resources to build with and therefore called out for help. The Gison answered their plea and helped build an impressive stronghold to slow the advance of the invading creatures. Once the strong hold was build they left and went into their mountain homes again and waited. The fortress was then named Forreso de Amortizo or Fortress of Redemption in the hopes that they would stop the massing horde should they come again. They then started building out up and down the coast building watch

Also new to the end of this era was the arrival of the humans. No one is sure where they came from, but one day they began arriving our from the east and setting claim to the lands unsettled by anyone else. And since the Gison had taken the mountains as their homes, the Olwynn had taken to the coastal cliffs across from Ilse de Sangellaso, that only left the Derevo with rights to the lands in between. As they were busy with their inner turmoil at present, the lands were unclaimed and so the humans took it on themselves to build were they saw fit.

3rd Era Lasted nearly 1600 years
0A - 310A : Ascension of the Gods
321A - 322A : Blood Winter
324A - 324A : 1000 Day Battle - Mil Batalo de Pekliberigo
400A - 600A : Return of Magic
610A - 1580A : 3rd Age, The Age of Humans

With nearly 1000 years of there being an absence of the Gods that fell in the war of the Gods, things began to change. No one knows why but a shift in the politics of the Gods came to startling events. The God Kasal began to see a problem in his realm beginning to arise. All the souls of the mortals who died came to him. This he assumed was because he had originally brought them here so they had a natural desire to return to what they thought was home. After speaking at length with them, only a few hundred years, Kasal came to an understanding on what was needed. A few of the souls had come to a point of growth where they were not content with living life as a mortal and felt the need to grow elsewhere. Where that place is no one knows. Now for most of the souls who are still attached to the living constantly requested to be born again to begin the cycle anew, but with all the souls that arrived Kasal could not keep up with the numbers before him.

After a few thousand years with all the number of wars and deaths that piled up because of them, Kasal was literally unable to send those who wanted to be born again and those who needed to move on. While pondering the fate of those souls still waiting in line to be sent on their proper way he new what he had to do and he began searching for his answer. He found it in the guise of a mortal named Syrin Berakas. It is assumed he was a human, but this is only speculation. This mortal man was selfless in all his actions and gave everything he had and more with the only request he had was for the person to pass on the favor to someone who needed it. His love of the natural world and its growth gave Kasal pause, in this world of selfish people and violence beyond imagination, here was a mortal who would just grin at someone who robbed or hurt him and offer anything he could to assist the person in their pursuit.

Then one day it happened, Syrin came across a small family being waylaid by robbers and tried to convince them to leave the helpless family alone while he took their place. They apparently agreed and took all his belongings and cursed when it was nothing of value. They ended up killing him, but not before they told him of their intentions with the family. The robbers took everything the family had then ended their lives alongside Syrin and left their bodies for the scavengers. Kasal saw this and immediately went to look for Syrin’s soul. He found his soul with the family of those who had died with him, apologizing that he could not have stopped the brigands. Kasal took him aside and gave him an option. To continue on with his life or to accept an offer from a God.

Kasal and Syrin talked for what seemed like years about what Kasal had to offer. When it was over, Kasal had done what no other God had done before. Using the essence of the Gods who had died in ages past he had elevated Syrin to Godhood. While Syrin was not as powerful as the other Gods, he had a very unique gift. He was able to bring life back to the world. The souls that were stuck in Kasals realm that were not yet ready to pass over were reborn with the help of Syrin, who then only called himself Berakas, as his mortal life was over he refused to be called by his mortal given name. A new era was being born with new souls being reborn into the world came new ideas come again from ages past.

Sethalis looked on this with a mix of wonder and fury. If Kasal could raise a mortal to Godhood, why couldn’t the rest of the Gods do the same? He was beginning to feel the pressure of the other Gods. They looked to him now every time something went wrong. Every time something stirred in the world that was not natural, they looked to him and blamed him for its beginning. He didn’t fear them, but after witnessing the death of the other Gods that arrived with him, he knew that he could be removed. And with this new event brought about by Kasal, he could apparently be replaced. So he took it on himself to fix the situation before the others could.

He searched day and night for years for someone like him. Someone with his ideals and his morals, or lack there of. What seemed like an instant to the Gods took decades to accomplish, but in the end the result was the same. He saw a mortal woman, beautiful and striking even to the immortal and impassive Gods. She commanded men and they obeyed. When she told them to sacrifice themselves for her they did. Her commands always came more and more deadly, more and more sinister until she was murdered in her bed by her enemies. Be fore her soul could go to Kasals realm however, Sethalis acted. He took her soul into the darkness and gave her a choice, forever be dead never to feel again or walk as a superior and become immortal. The two made a deal and then she chose the later. Sethalis instantly looked for the essence of Caedmon as he was the closest to the disposition that he wanted in this new God. And from then on Idehund was born of the Gods.

Idehund is the God of lies and confusion, a trickster among the Gods and a vengeful enemy. While born of the essence of the former Gods, there was only a little left after Kasal raised Berakas to Godhood so her powers are limited. She is weak compared to the other Gods, but her strength comes not from her powers but from her deceitful mind. She uses her powers to influence the mortals below to play out her own sick twisted games. She does what she can to hinder Berakas’s motives and actions in the world, mainly because she can, any other reason is known only to her. She is not without merit however. She looked down on the mortals below and felt a kinship with a group of wastrels wandering the deserts. She went to them in her mortal form and wooed them to follow her. She led them to a mountain range and showed them how to live and survive. She placed life throughout the desert where only they could find and told them to hold the secrete close, lest her wrath come down on them. These ebony skinned nomads looked to her as their savior Goddess and worshiped her forever after. From her actions, the Lemieans were organized and flourished where no one else could. They began to form tribes and prosper in the deserts and the mud baked flats. After this accomplishment, the Ascension of the Gods was complete, the essence having been taken by Kasal and Sethalis in their actions. More of it remains, the other Gods are just wary of attempting to copy the other two Gods.

After the war with the Gison ended, the Derevo closed themselves in looking at the way their race had grown. The leaders saw a split happening that they feared would never be healed. For 600 years they talked and argued over the four factions growing. The heads of the four tribes came together and debated over what was the best course. The four leaders were; Glunduil-Novotie, Tyldur-Yakaram, Adraladar-Sladiva, and Vaemiar-Gretalia. In the winter of 321A, the split happened and the Derevo would never be the same.

Glunduil-Novotie, the appointed leader of all the Derevo, had made a declaration that all Derevo who had made aggressive actions toward any outsider or family member would be banished from the homelands never to be aloud entry again. This included past and future actions. Some of the Derevo didn’t like this declaration as they were part of the group that would be banished. The leader of those who felt that they were better than the others, both family and outsiders was Adraladar-Sladiva. He felt that as they were of the long lived they were shown special interest by the Gods and should therefore take their pick of what they wished, when they wished regardless of who it was they took from. At this Glunduil-Novotie banished Adraladar-Sladiva and his supporters. Tyldur-Yakaram was Glunduil-Novotie most trusted advisor and he warned of what was to come with his declaration.

What transpired next was the bloodiest battle the Derevo had ever seen. In the winter of 321A those who were banished came back and began the bloodiest battle to date. Every war to date had been bloody, but this was different. This was family fighting family, brother fighting brother. Never in the history of these people had another member fallen by the hand of someone of the same race. The rage that went into those who were killed stained the forest red. Vaemiar-Gretalia had been a secret supporter of Adraladar-Sladiva and struck the first blow with the murder of Glunduil-Novotie. For the entire winter Derevo fought Derevo until all sides were weary and beaten. But the Novotie and the Yakaram survived and were able to hold back and even push the other two tribes out of the forest. When all was over Vamiar-Gretalia took a group of his people and headed off toward the sea, while Adraladar-Sladiva took his people toward the mountains to fight the Gison for their underground homes. Tyldur-Yakaram, who had survived the war send emissaries instantly to the Gison to warn them of the split and of the hostile intentions of their banished people so that blame would not befall every Derevo of the actions of the others.

From then on the Derevo were no more, but were split into four groups; the Novotie who remain true to their heritage and travel the lands as nomads to the world, the Sladiva who live under the mountains and continue their hatred toward their brothers to the south and the Gison who inhabit the mountains with them, the Gretalia who have sailed to islands unknown and taken up cannibalism as their tribal distinction, and the Yakaram who fought little in the winter battles but helped the Novotie’s sick and wounded. After the end of Blood Winter, and over the passage of time, the Derevo were scattered across the lands and divided into four distinct races; the Novotie, the Yakaram, the Sladiva, and the Gretalia. Each one changing over the course of time never to be the same.

During this time the humans were pushing their lands farther and farther north. After learning the fundamentals of mining and smelting they sought after ore and gems mainly found in the mountains that were home to the Gison. While at first their initial probing into the Gison‘s territory did little but cause grumbling and an occasional scuffle, it soon began to cause problems. Whether it was the greed of humans or the territorial nature of the Gison, a conflict was inevitable. During the summer of 324A, the mild conflicts would become an all out battle that raged on for 1000 days with both sides losing people over the rocky land. King Glenar Mountain-smasher lead his people into war against the humans for fear of his home being overrun by the new comers. This war was called, Mil Batalo de Pekliberigo in Gison. It meant th 1000 day battle.

After his two sons had died in the war, King Glenar Mountain-smasher had enough. He went to Caedd of Mirardorin, the claimed ruler of the human settlement in the north and posed a deal. The deal was agreed upon by both parties involved and the war was at an end. The two had agreed to let the humans access to the mountains to mine but only in areas unclaimed by the Gison. These unclaimed lands were only to the west of the Traiken Peak. Anything to the west was fair game for the humans to mine, or anyone else for that matter, anything to the east is sole property of the Gison and anyone caught ming it without permission will be dealt with swiftly. With this truce made, the two races began trading with each other. Tentatively at first, but as the years rode on, so did their acceptance of one another. Trust was hard to come by, but both accepted the other and their relationship continued on.

The Gods had been quiet for some time, rarely bothering the mortals in their daily lives. Because of this lapse, someone unlocked the secret to using magic again. While humans fail to see the world as the other longer lived races, they have an outlook that can sometimes surpass their years. It was a human named Coric Deannyn who found a way to bring magic back to the world. He determined that there were crystal-like crops of magic all over the world and found a way to harness it. It is whispered however, that Coric was given this information by Idehund herself but no proof can justify the rumor. And while the Gods still look to blame her for this happening she just ignores them and continues on with her meddling.

With the knowledge of magic back in the hands of mortals, a new growth of civilization was inevitable. For nearly the next 1000 years, humans began carving their claim to the world founding kingdoms throughout the lands and prospering in their short lived lives. Battles were fought and wars were waged, but nothing was very devastating to the world of the humans or the other races. This was not a golden age, although some think so, but more of a growing period for humans. The other races grew and prospered as well but it was not an age of growth as some histories claimed.