It all started about seventeen thousand years ago, when the Ancients appeared in the world. Unknown and powerful creatures who decided that they had found a good place to live. They controlled space and, possibly, time. They were capable of creating life and generally resembled gods most of all. Having settled in the new place, they began to create intelligent creatures to help them. However, the idyll of creation was disrupted by the Forces of Chaos, who wanted to destroy the young world. Hungry and greedy, Chaos rushed into the material world, destroying everything in its path. And when it seemed that everything was lost, the forces of order nevertheless snatched victory from the clutches of Chaos, blocking its path to this world. After this, intelligent races had to adapt to new realities - Chaos, although locked, continued to influence, enslave and change. However, centuries succeeded each other, old wounds gradually healed, elves, gnomes, people and other creations of the Ancients got to know each other and, at the very least, learned to live together. These were no longer golden ages under the protection of the Ancients. Wars succeeded one another, and blood poured generously onto the earth, but after the nightmare of Chaos, even such an existence was perceived as a blessing.