Atharia - Dawn of a New World

"The world has just awoken. A barren wasteland of soon-to-be continents and great basins that will soon be filled with water. As of now there is no life on this new world, plant or otherwise. Deep, dark clouds litter the sky bringing with them what would later be called the Era of Rain.   Rain poured steadily for nearly 200 years. The rain filled the great basins to form the oceans and seas and provided the continents with the Sparks of Life. Plant life was born from those first few sparks and, although many choose not to believe in what they have not seen, I believe that these first sparks also made the Dryads, the oldest race of Atharia. Many people choose to think the Dryads are a myth, but I am not convinced.   Once plant life was established, the other races came to be. They were isolated and spread out at first, but the Sparks of Life do not stop. The races grew, and with that growth came the need to expand. Many battles were fought when the firsts of the races discovered each other. Some of those rivalries still exist, others have been stamped out over the short years between then and now either by bloodshed or diplomacy.   Now the tide of the world is turning. The time has come for the races of the world to become united, or they may be torn apart one by one. There is a new kind of corruption in the world, and it must be stopped before it can consume this world. Soon will be the beginning of a new Era for the races.   Use the power of the Goliaths, machines of the Dwarves, prowess of the Centaur, survival skills of the Lizardfolk, aggressiveness of the Apemen, diplomacy of the Elves, persistence of the Humans, and perhaps, the mysteries of the Treepeople, to defeat this new threat. Go now and build your settlements and gather your armies, for there is not much time" - With the last words leaving her lips, the Mystic smiles and instantly vanishes in a puff of smoke.