Torageth

The world is young. Our cities are new, with stone fresh cut from the mountains. The rivers of the world are new, damned only by beavers, with wide expanses of land that no eye has yet beheld.   But, for all that might seem pure and idyllic, already has war and pestilence reached it's dark hand over Torageth. Alcarion, Lord of Creation, strove against Mordheim, Lord of Corruption, his former greatest servant who had come to corrupt the world against Alcarion. Mordheim proved unequal to the task of usurping Alcarion's position.   Still, for all that danger lurks due to the remaining minions of Mordheim, the greater danger lies in the taming of the world. The great lizards of yore still have a toe hold in the world. The mammoths, and those that prey upon them, walk the breath of all the lands. This world is never a safe place when armed with bronze spears and javelins.