Golden was the first age. Offerings to the gods were given and people did what was right by free will and not by law or threat of vengeance. The land was green, the water clear,the people were whole, golden honey flowed and their eyes shone.

Yagaas was banished to the underworld and Eldoran came to sit on the throne of the gods. The silver race came on. They were not as great as the gold but better than the tawny folk of brass. The silver created many beautiful objects with craft and skill.

And then the third people came, the people of brass, stern of disposition and more swift to take up arms but not impious.

Now has come the long age of hard iron. Every evil has came forth into the land. Modesty, truth, and faith have fled the people. In their stead came plots and violence and cursed greed. Guest is not safe in the house of his host. Love has became rare even between kin. The last of the Heros Immortal have abandoned the blood drenched Iridan.

Eldoran has seen this from his high seat and his wrath is roused. He calls the gods to counsel…