It was a dark age, a bloody age, an age of daemons and of sorcery.
It was an age of battle and death, and of the world's ending.
Amidst all of the fire, flame and fury it was a time of might heroes, of bold deeds,
and great courage
but then something happened. Something no one predicted.
not the elves within the white tower,
dwarves in their mountain holds,
nor the hoards of chaos battering at the gates of civilization
not the doom sayers and predictors of the Empire.
The End time came.
And they went.
And the world remained.
It is a new age.
An age of smoke, to be sure, but clouds of industry.
An age of fire true, but wholesome flame of coal, and wood forming that what is new.
An age of enlightening as the light of knowledge begin to flicker across the land.
And it is an age where the shadows are beaten back.
War's are still wages, battles still fought, and upon the cricable of war,
something greater is forged then any plow, sword or cannon.
It is an age of Nations.