The struggle between the gods endures since still, showing no respite even since the times of creation of Nevendaar. Ruling over the fate of mere mortals their disciples, eager to follow their deities biddings, are inevitably rewarded with death on the battlefield, pawns in the implacable and merciless thirst for revenge and bloodshed. As the gods hatred of each other grows so do the number of graves spreading everywhere in the land while truces are broken without the shadow of a regret. The world is corrupted by ways of foul plots and the gods are ready for the most unspeakable, willing to sacrifice their creation, their lives a mere accessory to their schemes. Alas, there was a time when they loved their creatures.