Age of Magic

For years, the gods watched the world, sure in themselves that this time, the wold was perfect. Of course, it was not, for there was an impalance of power in the world. The great dragons were many times more powerful than the races, and felt that the gods created them soley to rule and command them, instead of to inspire.

The dragons descended onto Ronar, and demanded alleigence from the kings and peasants alike, claiming to be the new rulers, gods and leaders. Some lands submitted, most however fought back. And so, the first dragon war began. It was not much of a war, the races prepared mighty war-machines and the dragons came and destroyed entire cities. The races called upon mighty power from the gods, and the dragons came and crushed the temples. The dragons were careful never to do more damage than the races could sustain, after all they needed someone to be venerated by. But, that was little less than utter chaos.

The gods looked down at the expanding war, and realized that the races were in no way equal to the dragons. The matter that they survived as long as they had was a mark to their merit. And so, Garsog, Geisfarl, Their wives and children gods pooled their powers together and created an endless supply of energy that would run all across the surface of Ronar and through it's center, and even out into the sky and to Paio, the moon. Some of these lines of power would reach as far as the sun, though not many. The weave of these lines was wild, and invisible to the naked eye, but it was very powerful. The gods called this power Magic, and the lines of power Ley-Lines.

Then, the gods appeared to the races and revealed this unfortold power, a weapon with which the races could fight the dragons, and the other beasts of the land, and could be used for any number of purposes. The races took to this power like fish to water, and within a year use of magic was commonplace. Within two, the races were powerful enough to keep the dragons from simply descending and crushing a city at their will. Citys expanded like never before, and the races flourished. The dragons did not give up the hope of the assault, and combined forces to continue to attack the races. This, was the age of magic.

After six years, a warrior of great renoun had mastered magict a great degree, and he gathered about him all the most powerful armies of the land, and the great heroes. He tracked down the dragon of earth to it's hiding place, and challenged it to a duel to the death. The dragon laughed, for it had never been defeated, or even challenged. The battle lasted two days, and in the end, Miraud and his army was victorious. The great dragon of earth was dead, the greatest creature ever created by the gods was destroyed. Miraud cast a spell as it released it's dying breath, and captured it's soul into a massive crystal, not letting it return to the gods lest it be returned to the world. It's body, though, he did offer to the gods who, impressed by his courage and strength and uncommon dedication, took it and used it's bones to gave Miraud a new land to call his own, Ouvetlam, a continent across the sea.

Victorious, the armies returned home, thousands were dead or injured, but it was still a victory. The great dragons cried out in anguish, and left the races alone for a time. And for a time, it was peaceful.