There was once a world made up of six continents, filled with a mixture of gnomes, dwarves, halflings, elves, dragons, and even one or two dungeons. While every group was diverse and wild, what they shared was an acknowledgement of the magic within their world, of the divine spirits within everything, from massive forests to the smallest gardens. These tiny gods ruled over the lands, each with its own limited domain. Fae and Eladrin wandered free, crossing over from the Feywild to talk to their cousins, the elves, and their cousins, the gnomes. Great kingdoms emerged; the Elves lived in the immaculate cities of Abhaile, the gnomes had migrated from the Feywild to live on their own island. Human tribes ruled the Haim, and nests of Owlin and Aarokocra could be found in the Aerie. The world was still young when the demons attacked. Elven mages in their high cities had reached out to different realms, searching for new knowledge and instead created a route into the world for strange, horrifying beasts that killed whatever they could and spawned twisted versions of the people they killed or displaced. The world was cut off from the Feywild, receiving only silence when they beseeched the Archfey for help. The spirits would not aid the mortals. When the grand towers of Caisleán fell, it seemed all was lost. Until a human woman stood up against them. A mother of three and the chieftain of a tribe in the Haim, the woman we now know as The Goddess took up her sword of light, her mechanical armor and her shield, uniting the human tribes under her otherworldly banner. Wherever she cut, darkness became light. But not everyone was happy with her accumulation of power. The remaining elves, hating to see anyone else in power, conspired with her youngest son, the darkling child, to betray his mother on the battlefield. However, her death was that of sacrifice, opening up an opportunity for her oldest son to take up her sword. As she died for us, she ascended into heaven to take her place as our eternal goddess, and her oldest son, with her power at his side, drove back the demons from our lands. With the alliance of humans behind him, he became our infinite emperor, the undying king. His traitorous brother, who led our Mother to her sacrifice became known as the Sin-Eater, the one who led us to salvation through his great betrayal. He now lives in exile, forever marked by his evil. Of the middle child, their sister, her story is lost to time. It has now been a thousand years. The demons of old are contained at the last Bastion by the White Cloaks, imperial soldiers. The empire has spread its reach from the Haim to the Aerie, the Fingers and the Tre. The Empire brings in soldiers from across the continents, but those with talent or money find themselves at Bach Avon Wheesht. Graduates of the school have gone on to be White Cloaks, commanders in the Imperial army, ambassadors and civil servants of all kinds in the highest areas of government. Those who graduate from BAW's prestigious Active Combat program are particularly sought after. Which brings us back to you…