In the wake of the Great Wars, the dragonborn and turathi were decimated. Once-great origins of power and nobility were strewn across the lands, desolate and poor.
Dragonborn were pitied. The great and powerful origin was now in shambles and scattered throughout the lands, left far from a crumbled homeland by the travels of war.
Turathi were scorned and hated. Rumors and enemies grew. “He who deals with devils deserves this fate.” The devil-pact humans were forced to leave their ruined homeland and move on with their lives, knowing that their greatest days were behind them.
The world was thrust into darkness as the magic from both sides of the war distorted not only reality, but the very dreams of mortals in the world. Much was forgotten as darkness set in. Evil lurked in the shadows and chaos should have ensued. But a point of light shone in the distance. A light in the west pointed towards a new hope, a new future…for humanity.
In the wake of the destruction of the Great Wars, the human origin began to rise in power. Nomadic tribes had began to settle in cities during the Great Wars and it was these growing cities that were left in the west after the destruction of the ancient empires. Shortly after the war had settled, a 15 year old named Magroth gained power as a strong leader and founded the imperial capital. Scrolls speak of his brave acts including his victory over Ayunken-vanzen, the ancient gold dragon whose lair was beneath the land Magroth desired for his capital. After his victory, he lit the Flame Imperishable in the imperial capital and began his decades-long marches of expansion that would conquer most of the known world.