The world of Hexar shone like a gem in the depths of space. Closer up you could see its rolling hills of purple and red flowers, its crystal oceans. Closer still, a gentle breeze swaying the long grass into ripples. Tall eloquent trees sighed in the wind, in a land that was the epitome of peace and tranquil harmony.
Back in ancient times, this world was not quite so tranquil. A mighty war was fought across the continent of Alutai. Its native people, the Elven, fought their invading oppressors: the kvorn. The kvorn were a barbaric race of merciless, warlike creatures; superstitious, brutal and unthinking. Standing at an average of eight feet high, with powerful limbs and crushing jaws, they were covered in fur and of rough appearance akin to huge rodents. The females, although rarely seen in the military ranks, were more feline; but almost as aggressive and brutal. The huge population of the greatest kvorn clan, the Kvorn Empire, threatened extinction for the Elven people.
Elven were a fast and cunning human-like race, they had characteristic long pointed ears, and large keen eyes. They used long, elegant swords and sophisticated siege weapons. Tactically adept, highly trained, the Elven held their own kind in great respect. And unlike the Kvorn, the Elven race was united as one nation, the Elven Republic.
But in amongst this world at medieval-age war were four inconspicuous young Elven individuals from the woodland state of Everlorn. They had a destiny to change their world, with the discovery of an ancient machine forgotten through eons of time…
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