The Fall of Fel'Arthia and the Long Sleep

'For centuries, the Minstrel has been gone, leaving the inhabitants of his world to fend for themselves. Some died in the battles, fighting each other, but most perished to the Hordes of Undead that roamed the World of Nightfall. The few who survived managed to make small Sanctuaries in the Dark World, Sanctuaries that in time grew into... the Realms. Their creators... the RealmGuardians, had learned how to control their Realms, using their magic to change the nature of reality. However, the Horde was still a part of the World, and they still found their way into the new Realms, but now people had hope, a Hope for a Better Future. For a time... life was bearable.

Then came the War. And this time it was not the Horde that threatened the Realms, but the RealmGuardians themselves. They had grown into small gods with seemingly unlimited powers, and completely forgotten how it was like to be merely... mortal. They no longer regarded the inhabitants of their Realms as fellow humans to be respected, but as slaves to be used. Over the course of 14 years, the Great War raged... leaving the Realms a broken place where little could live. Most of the slaves had long since died, leaving only the stains of their blood behind. Those few who had managed to survive, had fled below ground, into caves and other dark places. They were fearful of the world above and of the men that they had once called Masters.

The RealmGuardians had tried to kill eachother, but without success. They now hid in their Realms, lonely and broken. They soon became memories, a distant memory of a time that had threatened to destroy everything.'