In the early stages of our world, everything existed as an energetic and shapeless mass with endless possibilities outstretched before it. All it needed was a pair of skilled hands to mold it into whatever they saw fit. It was here that The Four each tried, in turn, to harness their abilities to create something meaningful. An incalculable amount of time passed as the gods each tried and failed to produce anything that held longstanding merit.

The Four were comprised of, Aeris, Glacia, Terran, and Ragnar, all of which attempted to rise up to the challenge to breathe life and creation into existence. To create something meaningful, and worth sharing with one another. However, despite all their efforts, individually, none of them were happy with what they were able to make. Frustrated with their individual lack of progress, they eventually pooled their power together and created the land known as Melvor.

The Four frequently consulted one another, asking for input, sharing in successes, and propping one another up during their failures. Everything was harmonious in the beginning, with contributions from all being considered and given equal weight. This went incredibly well, until the creation of... us. The Vorlorans that inhabit this world. The Four were incredibly divided on how to properly lead, guide, and nurture us, and despite having no major disagreements ever before, this was simply too dire for them to move past amicably. The Gods fell into disarray, frequently quarreling with one another over status, power, and how to lead us...

As The Four splintered, our world did as well, and war was raged across its entirety, egged on by the Gods who refused to see past their differences. Blinded by their growing hatred for one another, none saw the scheme of Malcs, leader of the lesser dragons. With a huge toll of lives and power, the Four were sealed away and held in place by Malcs' soul, who became revered in the eyes of Melvor's populace for such a feat. Without the Four's interference or any reason to remain fighting, the once brutal and fiery war died off nearly overnight.

After draining himself of so much power, Malcs entered a self-imposed exile to regain his strength and guard himself against those who may wish to destroy him in his weakened state. Many years passed by as Malcs bound himself to his new home. The tales of his riches and power never ceased though, and many sought after his location. Nothing stays hidden forever, not even the leader of the lesser dragons. Malcs defended himself for years, trying to keep the Four he bound to his soul contained... until it was broken.

As his body shattered, the Four were set free once again. Four pillars of light streamed forth, darting into the sky:

Aeris, the God of Air's Radiant Silver. Glacia, the God of Water's Soft Blue. Terran, the God of Earth's Mossy Green. And Ragnar, the God of Fire's Burning Red.

All four found an endpoint within Melvor, and at the end of these beams of light rose dungeons that rivaled the largest and most opulent kingdoms in both size and majesty. Bitter over their imprisonment, their temper's flare once again and the Gods raise armies to tear one another apart. With you at the center, what do you aim to do with what you've wrought out upon the land?