THE STORY

[SUNIL]

Long ago, the six great kingdoms: Fire, Water, Lightning, Ice, Air, and Earth were all lead by a single Council. The Council consisted of one member of each tribe and was headed by the great White One. The White One, with pure white eyes, bore all elements and none, and spoke to all creatures. During these years, the land was happy, united, and peaceful.

A band of rebels, the Kingdom different according to whoever speaks the tale, felt nothing but disgust for the White One. They led a rebellion to bring their own leader to the Head of the Council, to call their Kingdom to be the top. The White One watched, unable to do anything, as his Council shattered. Kingdom turned against Kingdom, and before long, a battle raged. The secretive Air came out of hiding to defend their lands, the Earth laid down their healing potions to pick up spears, the Fire and Water renewed their hatred towards each other and dragged their allies, the Lightning and Ice, along with them.

The White One stared at the destruction, and with a deep heavy sorrow, turned his back on the people, vanishing without a trace.

Two years ago:
Wars came and went as they always do. Alliances between each element formed: between the fiery Fire and Lightning, the cool Water and Ice, and the easy-going Earth and Air. Each struggled to overpower their enemies to no avail. With one great and final push, the tyrant of Fire waged one last great siege on the Water tribe, each of their loyal allies coming in to support the other. They clashed, they killed, and they fought for nearly a year. Devastation came to all the lands, and no one came out the victor.

At last, each Kingdom laid down their weapons. Too weak to call themselves their own powers anymore, Fire and Lightning slunk to one corner of the great continent, Water and Ice to another, and neutral Air and earth hid on the other side of the impassible ravine. Those that lived through the war nursed their wounds and came together to forge three Kingdoms out of the Six that originally scattered the lands. Fire and Lightning came together to create the Kingdom of Caldo; Water and Ice to create Aver; and Earth and Air to create Tyrgere. With six becoming three, they were able to regroup and become stronger again.

Present-Day:
A peaceful lull still hangs over the continent, though rumors of Caldo rebuilding their military has begun to spread. Most stay in their respective boundaries to prevent any possible conflict. It would appear to most that war might not even come again.

But in their ignorance, Each of the Three Kingdoms has failed to look over-seas to the great island off the coast: the Kingdom of Ombra.

It is here that the outcasts fled to during the war. Rogues, criminals, misfits, dangerous and evil and unpredictable alike came to the massive island to seek refuge from a war that was not theirs. Unlike the other three kingdoms, the power that lies with these are not of an element, but of the paranormal. It is there, on the steep edge of a cliff, that a single being has his black eyes turned to the continent beyond the sea. Sunil, the wielder of darkness, has a mind to come in conquest and destroy the three kingdoms alike.

His power is growing, and danger lurks just around the corner.