In the beginning there was nothing. There was darkness and the gods. They existed in nothing, and nothing existed in them. These gods, who existed before the worlds were the Elder Gods; Kidmos, Asdur, Ecasis, Aesis, and Yrus. But they soon grew bored of the emptyness, so they brought their powers together to form the other gods, who then in turn helped them form the worlds. They created the mainland, and all its inhabitants. They dusted the deserts into existence, pulled the mountains up into creation, and froze the land to create the tundra. But the designing of the world and its inhabitants drained the gods, and without a physical form, there was no way for them to regain their strength. They could only watch, performing small miracles to let their creations know of their presence. They watched the races grow, building civilizations and growing in knowledge. Many of the gods tried to bring themselves into the physically world using their followers, but all attempts failed. However, these attempts left a residing energy. This energy became known as mana, and it introduced the arcane into the world. Thus ended the age of steel, and began the age of magic.
Few were gifted with these powers, and all were revered by their peers. As the number of gifted increased, new discoveries were made. It was these discoveries that lead to the formation of Eysein, the city of magical discovery. New cures, farming techniques, and weapons were all found within the city of Eysein. This age seemed to be thriving, and it seemed as if it would stay that way forever. But the age of magic was cut short when Eysein went silent. Thus the age of magic ended, and the age of adventure began. It has been 100 years since the silence that tore through Tocor and civilizations are thriving as always. The world is a slightly darker place than it was before, but people have adapted. People like the ones sitting in the Third Lute Tavern, and this is where their adventure began.
A Satyr leaned against the wall of the dimly lit tavern, quietly playing a soft tune on his pipes. It was nice to have a chance to stop walking, his legs burning as if begging him to stop for the night. Sparrow simply gave smiles to those who looked his way, knowing that he was most likely a strange sight. He did mind the stares he sometimes got. He would rather be stared at rather than be forgotten. He smirked as he heard the small woman at the bar finishing a joke to the barkeep, who let out a hearty laugh. She was a small creature, human by the looks of it. She also appeared to be somewhat wealthy. Sparrow liked the idea that no matter who you were, no matter where you came from, a roadside tavern could offer you shelter and bring people together. He laughed quietly to himself before returning to his song.