The world began with only the gods walking upon it.
Where they stepped, life sprang.

From their steps came the first mortal race, the Autochthos.
The Autochthos lived in the wilds, among the creatures, formed farms to harvest grains, and built civilizations and cities, to rule the lands.
The world was peaceful, and the Autochthos flourished and grew across the lands and seas.

They dug into the depths, and created a world within the world, the Inferium.
Here, the Autochthos built their sanctuary, so the memory of them might never be lost forever.

But the world moved on, and it forgot.

In time, the Autochthos became many people across the world, changed by time and the corners of the world.

From the Autochthos came the Sangri, the Tre’uoall, and the Wyvine.
It was over this time that the first dragons appeared, mighty and unmatched in their glory.

As the Autochthos passed from time, the dragons made a pact with the powerful race to protect the Inferium and guard the power that lay within it.
From the dragons came the first Orc and Shrave, created for protecting the depths and secrets of the Inferium for their masters, the Autochthos.
When the dragons first emerged on Azamar, so did magic, seemingly married to their existence.

The many people of the world eventually traveled more, explored, and changed further.

From they and their travels came the Immyr, Enfri, Bu’Col, and Urbane.
In these new races on the world came the real change, as they were impatient people, fickle and indifferent to the old way and old world.
As all things change, so did Azamar.

The Sangri set on a path to protect their legacy, that of the Autochthos, and understand the gifts left behind by them in magic. So, started the Anteprofidian wizards and their study into the basis of power from the fabric.

The earliest Anteprofidians were dubbed Weavers, capable of altering reality at a whim.

This was the first acknowledgement that the gods exist. The appeared from the reaches and threatened the Anteprofidians with destruction their current path to understanding magic and power. The reason for this threat is debated, but commonly believed to be that the gods were threatened by the power the Anteprofidians gathered.

Regardless, this gave the Anteprofidians more will to continue, not less. They expanded their knowledge of magic and communed with the dragons in their understanding of the universe.

They studied the Autochthos and their ways of manipulating the universe and uncovered many of their secrets.

Despite all these powers and magic, the Tre’uoall always possessed a greater aptitude for using magic, and the Sangri never included the Tre’uoall in their research. This caused a young apprentice, Zintar, one of the first Tre’uoall accepted into the Anteprofidian ranks to rebel and turn against his mentors.

Zintar quickly surpassed all his teachers in power and might in the use of magic, and more intimately understood the inner workings of it. Then Zintar discovered that the fabric, from where they fueled all their magic, could be opened. Zintar reached through the fabric, and discovered the Fiends, across worlds, and brokered a bargain with their most powerful lords.

The bargain was that Zintar would rule Azamar in its entirety, and the Fiends could feed on the people, so long as they left some alone as cattle; sparing only the Tre’uoall people as cherished. The Fiends agreed with the pact, and Zintar opened a massive gate to Azamar and the Fiends poured into the world.

The Anteprofidians fought back the horde of Fiends, and with the help of only on of the gods, they managed to close and eject the majority of the Fiends and defeat Zintar. In doing this, the Sangri suffered significant losses with the majority of their people now lost to this war.

The remaining people of Azamar barely remembered the great war against the Fiends over time, and the followers of Zintar waited for an opportunity to seize back their power and fulfill the intent of Zintar’s original bargain. The world sits on the brink, and all they do is wait for that moment. It looms quietly, waiting for them, knocking on the very hollow of their souls.