Once, long ago, in a past few remember even in myths, a race walked the earth that claimed descent from the great Makers. Born at the beginning of the Iltakimen, the Night of Eternity, they were created to survive - nay, to thrive - within the unnatural darkness and chill that was created by the impact of multiple meteors at once and sustained by the violent eruptions of volcanoes all over the world.

That race was the Naktar, and they came in several forms: Devir - the Celestials; Avarir - the Skyborn; Karir - the Oceanborn; Dazrir - the Earthborn; Fyrir - the Fireborn; and Lyrir - the Iceborn. Each form was ruled over by a man or woman known as the Kaesirl, chosen for their position by trials and challenges unique to the form they ruled.

For millennia the darkness prevailed, and the land began to recover in its own way, evolving to suit the darkness instead of the light, aided by the magic and the skill of the Naktar themselves. Yet it was not to stay that way.

The Iltakimen began to end, light and heat began to return to the world... and the world began to evolve to suit those changing circumstances. But the Naktar - long lived and with every rare birth of a child a blessing that the entire race would kill to defend - couldn't. They began to use their magic to preserve the state of the world around their chosen lands.

Other intelligent races were learning and growing, and became resentful of the Naktar's dominance. One, the Gandiar, decided to wrest control of the world away from the "destroyers" and developed the magic to do so - killing the young and the weak, and sealing those they couldn't kill in amulets or artifacts created for that sole purpose.

The last unsealed Naktar to walk upon the land were the Avarir who, under the command of Kaesirl Zahndar, retreated to a distant mountain chain and paused to regroup, sheltering what few children of other forms they had managed to save from the Gandiar, hoping to contact the Karir for aid. But the Gandiar gave them no respite, forging onwards in their push to eliminate the Naktar from the world.

And so fell the last free Naktar. The Kaesirl and his soulsworn companion, alone in their empty aerie, fell before the combined might of the strongest and the best Gandiar Mage-Sealers, and were sealed together within an artifact.

But what has once been sealed can yet be unsealed.

And vengeance shall follow.