Prologue

Thrae is old, eons old actually. Several races have called the planet home over its long history. The last two have a dark and bloody relationship with each other. The older of the two were a fey race known as Imps. They were a happy tribal people who revelled in natural beauty. Characterized by their diminutive , they were the essense of the spirit the wild. The younger race, Daemons, were far different in ideals. They were an industrious race that congregated in cities of stone and fire. They loved law and lived a very strictly ordered life. The records of what started the war between them has been lost through the ages but it was a blood bath. Countless numbers died as each race attempted to gain an advantage over the other. After years of terrible fighting it became clear that both races would perish if the fighting continued. The daemons, in despiration sealed the wild essence of the Imps away. What they hadn't counted on was a final premonition from the eldest Imp shaman. He forsaw the coming of the seal and momments before it was complete wrote, "Though my race will fade from the world we will still be here. The trees shall not forget what has happened on this land. And from the loins of the one who will seal us away will our race be born again. Yea, from his very loins shall our wrath be brought back upon those who seek to destroy our people. From this one shall our race return to it's rightful place in the world."