History is written by either the victorious or the ignorant. The victorious see only their own purposes, and those that walk the narrow path beside them, whilst the ignorant look back from times far removed, and forget that they were not there.
Few tales and even fewer names have come back out of the furthest past. Many mysteries there are, many hidden truths, though few would ever wish to disturb them from their slumber.
The first great upheaval to write itself across the world in fire. Here is the first war ever to threaten the suzerainty of the Ell, the first warning that there are other desires and other appetites in the world.
Here follows the rise of sorcery in all its glory – and all its dangers. Here are the fruits of victory, the passion of power writ naked upon the world.
The inevitable consequences when those that follow the siren call of power bow to their desire to have all things their own way. Here begins the second war to burn the world, and a terrible lesson for those that are born in its wake.
Those that will not bend before the storm will inevitably pay with their lives, for the storm will sweep them aside. Once begun, the madness will not end until one side or the other has total victory.
The cost mounts as the long, slow march to the end grinds its way forward. Lives come and go, victories and defeats in equal measure. No quarter is asked, for none shall be given.
The only possible answer to intransigence? Utter destruction! Conceived from necessity, the final weapon to end the war is unleashed, and with it the enemy is brought down for evermore.
To the victor the spoils, and a world united under a single ruler. Now begins the age of light, when all is rebuilt and wounds are healed. Now begins the reign of the Velukorith, generation unto generation, and all know their place.