Old Gods once stalked the world, carving, bending, moulding it to suit their desires as they dallied and warred across the plains and oceans of Evras. Millienna have past, the gods are no more than a vague memory. The people of Evras live and carve an existance out of the ruins of forgotten giants. Towering structures, massive expansions, Doom engines and the wasted remains of wars that scarred the grounds where they were fought, cursing them with blight that lasts to present day. Two continents survive, the people shaping their lives around the meagre dregs of magic left over by the fading gods. But things are about to change. Magic is hidden in places long forgotten and there are those out there looking to snatch power from the few souls who possess it by all means necessary.