Phaet. Phaet is everything, everywhere, and everywhen. Phaet is the all. The creator. Before time, before space, there was Phaet. From, and by, Phaet all that is, became. Feeling the need for companionship, Nixil, came to be. Nixil was the first. An experiment without a control, without guidelines. If Phaet is capable of regret, Nixil is regrettable. Others followed, becoming what Phaet had intended Nixil to be. These 'gods' as they would come to be called were of Phaet as was Nixil, but to a much lesser degree. Nixil harassed and tormented these gods, and always argued with Phaet. When Phaet created what mortals know as matter, space, and time, Nixil confronted Phaet insisting that such an uncontrolled abomination should not be brought forth. Nixil was scolded for his doubt and withdrew. However, after corrupting a number of the gods to his point of view. Nixil again confronted Phaet and demanded that he stop. Upon Phaet's refusal, Nixil became enraged. Nixil lashed out at the creation in an attempt to destroy it. To protect the creation, Phaet banished Nixil to the emptiness between matter, space, and time. This place, known as the Void, was of Nothing.
Forced to maintain Nixil's imprisonment, Phaet had to let the creation evolve on its own. The gods did what they could to nurture and beautify the creation in honor of Phaet. Within the creation formed things known as worlds, stars, moons, and various other celestial bodies. On some of the worlds life began and evolved. Beings of various types grew to sentience and intrigued Phaet, the gods, and even Nixil, who could see everything but was unable to affect it. On one of these worlds, Entia, numerous beings grew to sentience. Many of these beings also evolved the ability to manipulate the balance of matter, space, and time. The manipulation became known as magic.

At first the elves mostly ignored the small settlements of the brutish humans. As more and more humans arrived and the settlements grew into towns, the elves began to feel threatened. A radical faction of elves, led by a handful of powerful mages began to speak out against what they called the invasion of their sacred garden. The clerics of Phaet stood against this growing tide of hatred. Although the humans could have been considered less enlightened than the elves, they too worshipped Phaet. Despite the efforts of the clerics, the radical movement continued to gain momentum. By the time the ruling class adopted the anti-human dogma, peaceful co-existence was no longer an option. Elven forces backed by the mages' devastating power began an all out assault on the human refugees. Out-numbered and defenseless in the face of the elven magic, the humans were overrun. Those not killed in battle, were enslaved.When more refugees from Suma arrived they too were killed or enslaved. Thus began nearly two centuries of hate and war between man and elf
In general the elves proved to be kind masters. However, slavery is slavery, and for generations man endured this burden. Elves can live to be four hundred years old, but can only produce a handful of offspring during that time. Humans, whom seldom live beyond seventy years, however, can produce as many as two dozen offspring in a lifetime. Because of this, the numbers of humans grew rapidly. The elven mages and nobility began to see the rising human population as dangerous. They then issued the "Procreation Proclamations," which stated that no human child could be born with out permission of the woman's elven master. To enforce this, pregnant human women were forced to submit to abortions or be put to death. Without any place to run, the humans had submitted to and endured generations of slavery. They had accepted a loss of freedom, but would not accept a threat to their very existence.
Individual acts of rebellion grew into wide spread revolt, which grew into open warfare. Humans greatly outnumbered the elves by this time, and led by such legendary leaders as Krin Morex and Ian Elf-Slayer the tides of war quickly shifted in favor of the humans. Only the power of elven magic gave the elves hope in the face of defeat. The assassination of Krin Morex did nothing but enrage the humans further. After five years of brutal war, the elves had been forced completely out of the north and east, and their capitol in Rac Semder had become their last bastion. Rac Semder was large and well defended. The human armies were worn and tired from the long war and knew they could not lay siege to the city.
It was then that the dwarves, who had long lived in peace with the elves, came pouring out of their fortress of Mreec. They joined forces with the humans, nearly doubling their combat ready forces. The Human-Dwarf army laid siege to the massive elven city, and after twelve days of brutal combat it fell. The elves, their capitol conquered and their armies destroyed, either fled into the wilderness or surrendered themselves to the mercy of the humans. The humans knew long in advance of their victory the price the elves would pay. They were enslaved. The dwarves, refusing to take elven slaves, quietly collected some materials from various parts of the elven capitol and returned to their homes in the Tek Ar mountains. And so the slaves had become the masters, and kind masters they were not.

The great kingdom of Laparan was broken into five parts. The Kingdom of Basye formed in the southwest, with Tansar as its capitol. The Kingdom of Naran formed in the southeast, around the city of Ba-ul Naran. The Kingdom of Novdom formed in the east, with its capitol in Vomel. And the Kingdom of Makilor grew from the ruins of Galan and retained most of Laparan. Queen Maia oversaw the construction of Makilor City on the ruins of Galan. Less than a decade of peace passed before Balric was again battered by the mailed fist of war. The elves having grown tired of their shackles brought history full circle and began to revolt. Many killed their masters while they slept, took what wealth they could carry and fled. Most headed north to the plains and glades beyond Makilor. Others began a destructive campaign of guerilla warfare.
At the same time the elven revolt was beginning, an army of giants poured out of the mountainous region of Gartome. Why the normally peaceful giants would leave their home to attack neighboring territory, is a question that has yet to be completely answered. The armies of Makilor and Tansar, supplemented by the dwarves, battled them for weeks before pushing the weary giants back to Gartome. While the armies were still afield the animalistic gralner launched a well organized attack against Tansar, despite their normally decentralized tribal society. The fortress city had held against much stronger armies, but its military forces were at a minimum. Women and children had to man the battlements in order to turn back the attack. The gralner army then fell apart and wandered back into the desert. Taking advantage of the turmoil in the north, Duke Tor Bakora of Darcan, a tributary of Makilor, declared his duchy a separate nation and crowned himself King. Bakora had backed his cousin Maia Wraithchild in her claim to the throne of Laparan and seemed loyal to the Queen, but his sanity had always been in question.