"The World Of Legend. A place where life blossom and spread, before dissapating. A place of wonder, unstablility and elemental forces. During the ancient times, when man was barely understanding the element of fire, the world was struck. A meteor crashing down in the island in the middle sea, burning all life from the island, and creating a large crater in the middle. The meteorite was in fact a hollow shell... a weird citadel of sort. It was made out of what seemed like bone, but it was hard as steel, and fused in ways bone shouldn't be able to, forming passages, halls, and even tables. A grand, mysterious structure, on the bottom of the waterfilled crater in the middle of this ruined island. Under millenia, the strange citadel, slowly began rising from the deeps, seemingly growing on a mountain from the bottom of the crater, untill it broke the waves, spiring up into the air, the mountain underneath it, slowly fusing to the citadel, also becomming hollow and forming a even larger citadel itself... as humankind learned to wield metal and steel, the citadel had grown into a place unlike any other. Surrounded by storms and hellish waves, no mortal man ever saw the citadel. Then... the day came. Just hundreds of years ago, the citadel itself pulsed outwards... during a day of violent bloodshed in the middle of a war. The war was gruesome, located on the closest shore on the continent to the east. The ground litterally bathed in blood. The pulse from the citadel covered the earth... and the blood soaked ground boiled... the blood gathered together, forming a large monsterous beast, which roared into the sky. The God of Blood was born. Only a mere 80 years later, the citadel pulsed again... The oceans boiling as the god of the sea rose. This continued, with almost a hundred years between each, one god after the other rose from the elements. The god of fire, The god of earth, The goddess of Life, The god of Death, The god of Storms, The goddess of insects, the God of dreams, The God of Metal, The God of Havens, The Goddess of Winter, The God of chaos and The God of Darkness... all rose, one after the other, to lay claim to the earth... Where they rose, followers constructed temple cities, to please and worship the gods... and spread their eternal domain." The 14 gods, both siblings but also not, often had a very fragile peace. They were gods. The superiour species in this world, so they had only eachother to contend with. While there so far had been no official wars, had there been fighting and absolutely no end to the arguing. But this day was diffrent... An aura almost hung in the air. An aura of Rage. The Gods was gathered in the Citadel of gods, in the top spires great hall. All of them in their Paragon form, around a large table, with a crystal in the middle. The crystal emitting a magical image of the lands. The God of flame not at the table, but his anger and heat could be felt even here. They all knew he was coming up there... and he certainly had something on his mind.