A great many years ago, when the world was still young, there came to be a race of intelligent people who would forever shape the destinies of those who would dwell on the planet after them.  Their faces were gentle, their speech was soft, and their words were as a river of beautiful thoughts.  Elf-like ears and a variety of hair colors (such as platinum silver to fairest gold) strikingly accented their often pale blue eyes, and their ten foot height led them to create larger works of architecture than any other race ever will.  These Loreldians, as they were named, were the first to discover magic, yet theirs was a different kind than we have today.
	Thoranduril, it seems, discovered the beginning workings of ‘magic.’  However, the word ‘magic’ in the above text was probably translated wrong, as it has been found now know that the said word most likely means ‘fate.’
	Fate is the underlying force.  Fate is that mystical energy which governs time, which governs reality.  Everything in the world is there because it was fated to be so.  The Loreldians discovered that they themselves were nothing but an extension of this same force, and eventually learned to manipulate it.  To change the very reality of our world to whatever each saw fit.  If they needed fire, they fated fire.  If they needed a house, they fated a house.  If they needed eternal life, they fated eternal life.  The Loreldians were quickly drunk with power.
	So the ‘Dark Age’ is explained, that period of time from which nothing Loreldian survived, and in which their mighty empires crumbled to dust at the whimsical fancies of each and all.  Absolute power brings absolute destruction.  Yet there were some, wise enough to have foreseen that the discovery and widespread manipulation of fate would lead to the destruction of the very fabric of fate itself.  These great people, under the skillful guidance of their leader Pathos, eventually calmed the last surviving remnants of the once prosperous Loreldian people.  Ashamed, with their lands and friends destroyed, most realized that their power was much too great to exist.  However, some refused to believe that the gift must be abandoned, and these fought briefly against the others, imprisoned and banished from all known astral planes of existence by Pathos and his followers.
	These last Loreldians knew that the only way they could ensure that the terrible power would not be used was to leave.  To remove themselves from the mortal plane, to become beings entirely of light itself.
	“And what would happen if those who were banished should attempt to return?” asked Felewyn of Pathos at the great tower of Rhaa.
	“Those whom we banished must be kept from influencing the fate ever again.  But how can we keep them from returning?”  The cold winds bit at their skin with an icy malice.  At length they debated (Perhaps a fateward?) on how this might best be accomplished (Too easily broken), but after many hours they still had not decided on a course of action.

	In a circle they stood, the twenty eight, last of the Loreldians.  A chorus of whispers bounced between them, and the howling wind was deafening.
	“My friends..” began Pathos’ gentle voice, fated to rise above the noise, “Indeed, my kin, for we are all the last of our kind.  We stumbled upon great folly, and it has spelled our doom.  We cannot have it spell the doom of all that will come after us, we must make sure that the cycle of life will continue.”  A multitude of agreements was heard.
	“We must understand that we ourselves have done a horrible misdeed:  We have upset the balance of fate, and nearly spelled the undoing of immeasurable things.  We must make sure that this may never be repeated.”  Once again, agreements sprang up from the others.
	“I believe..” he paused, beckoning for silence, “that this may only be accomplished by Loreldian hands.”  Instead of a chorus of agreements, there was nothing but stunned silence.
	“Are you mad?” shouted a voice from one of the cloaked individuals.
	“No, young Torkalath.  I see no other alternative.”
	“But...but you said that we are the cause of the problems in the first place!  We banished the others for speaking just as you are now!”  Torkalath’s brother was one of those who had resisted Pathos’ ideas.
	“I understand your pain, Torkalath, but you must understand.  I do not propose that we should remain here, but I propose that three of us remain in astral congruence with this world.”  Again, the stunned silence.
	“That would mean,” came Urdual’s voice, “that those left behind would never be able to rejoin the others.  Ever.”
	“I am aware of this.  I see no other option.  I leave it for you to decide: either three remain or all will fail, and I speak not of all of us, but of all the world.”
	Harsh murmurs in the crowd spoke words of ill will toward Pathos to each other.  Pathos, frightened of the terrible powers which might fall upon him if the majority of the crowd decided to kill him, took a step back.  At the same time, all present fell silent as a single Loreldian stepped forward and knelt in front of Pathos.
	“I will stay.”  Urdual said.  “Balance must be maintained.”
	All present were shocked into silence.  Presently a second Loreldian stepped forward, her green hair dancing wildly in the wind.
	“I will also stay.”  Felewyn said, and knelt before Pathos.  “To protect all who will be.”
	And then, almost reluctantly, a third stepped forward.

	“I will stay as well, but hear you this..” hissed Torkalath’s voice, “I do so for my own reasons.  The world shall be mine, as you have left it to be taken.”  He did not kneel.

	All present expected Pathos to force him to leave, but instead Pathos smiled.
	“Torkalath, you may be doing greater good than you realize.  Very well!” Pathos turned to the rest of the Loreldians, “We leave behind three of our order:  Felewyn, who shall enforce order, Torkalath, whom I gather will enforce chaos, and Urdual, whose job I deem to be the balancing of the two.  And thus we leave the world in balance.”  A cheer rang out over the great valley, the Tower of Rhaa shook underneath their feet.  And with a blinding light, all were gone.



	In time, three great people appeared on Daragoth, after the once great structures of the Loreldians had nearly all crumbled to dust.  Humans, about six feet in height with dark hair, were the first to arrive.  Able-bodied and minded, they quickly discovered the secret of ‘magic,’ a very stripped down and much less powerful version of manipulating ‘fate.’  Elves, taller than humans (nearly eight feet average), with long hair and pointed ears, resemble the Loreldians in many ways: in Elven history, it is said that the Elves were created by Felewyn herself.  Their grasp of magic was unprecedented, and their love for nature caused them to become very connected to natural powers.  Dwarves, shorter and stouter than humans, live in deep caves which they shape with their mighty hands.  Masters of rock and stone, these craftsmen and warriors carved great halls and tunnels through the earth.
	In the early days, however, not all was bright.  The Loreldians: Felewyn, Urdual and Torkalath, fought amongst each other continuously.  Felewyn’s crusaders for order was met with fierce resistance by Torkalath’s followers of chaos.  The elves and dwarves and men slaughtered each other, fighting their guardian’s wars.  Powerful kingdoms rose and fell, guilds and orders for either side were destroyed by their opposition.  The     Astori Te Lunia (Pillars of Light) guild, who included mostly Elves, fought for many decades under Felewyn’s banner.  Yet there were some  in the Astori Te Lunia who grew wary of fighting wars, indeed this was true of many places.  As time went on, deserters left the guilds to live in peace.

	Two such people were Elves of Astori Te Lunia:  Karn and Delya, the two most respected warriors of light.  They would not have left the fighting had it not been for Delya’s pregnancy, and for the sake of their unborn child they left the battlefield and settled in the great forest, Eswen Sylen.