These have been dark years as of late. Violence has swept across the great plains and people began to mysteriously die. Than there were shadows where before there was only light. The air carried the stench of blood within, and with every breath a being would take could completely corrupt.

A tale began to be told of a mysterious being in the Northern Realm of Durhast. Some said it was a witch or at least a sorcerer of some sort. Other people said it was a new race and this being was their leader. One thing was for sure. The wind was blowing in one direction and that direction was towards the Mythic Mountains.

Now as far as the mythic mountains were. Nobody has ever touched its peak. They say it is each too hot and too cold at the same time. The only thing that could fly over that height was a dragon. Be it a Red Dragon, a White Wing, or a Blue Clipper, they were the only things that could fly that high. Those who were wealthy enough to afford a dragon, or those strong enough to tame a wild beast on their own told the tale of a shrine.

For years after the shrines discovery was researched and than orbs that would wield elemental powers were found. They enchanted the possessor with a magic entity called Elemagi. The wind blew past the Mythic Mountains and into the Valley of Peace. So much for peace now however. Now the once prosperous valley was controlled by a dark force. Maybe it were witchcraft or maybe as others say it was a new species of dragon. A black dragon. If you told most people that you seen a black dragon than you would be told one of two things: The first is that you would be forever cursed with bad luck, and the second thing was that you would be said to be crazy.

These were the times of the third age and they were coming to an end. At the end of the third age many mysterious things began to happen including the disappearance of the elemental orbs. They began to disappear until the years overcame the people who once told the tales of the Elemagi. Soon enough there was nobody to tell the tale of those able to produce Fire out of thin air, and the woman who raised water to put out the flames.

A war broke out in the world of Durhast and water became fire and earth became water. Most people fled to higher ground and the only higher grounds were the city of Etyal where the race of Man prevailed and the Great Woods where the race of the Prot ruled. The Prot were an evolved form of an ancient Elvish species.

Now with the fourth age almost over and all of the great orbs of legend have faded away there is now no knowledge of any other races except the races of Man and Prot. During the times of the ending fourth age a new war broke out between Man and Prot. This war ended with the draining of the earths. The world became normal again and the races of Man and Prot gathered in Etyal at a temple of high priests called Imanguel to discuss peace agreements. All agreements were settled and the fifth age was to begin with what would be called the years of peace.

After this date every one hundred years the peace agreements would be re-signed and as part of the centennial two men were chosen, one from each race and they were banned from the land of Etyal with a mission. The mission was to recover the great orbs and set free the spirits in the Valley of Peace.

For five hundred years this task was set and not complete. The ten people set out on this mission were forever banned and died outside of Etyal. Now it is time for the centennial once again and new men will now arise to this Legacy of Heroes

Note: I think this describes the story of the Legacy of heroes a little bit better than my old intro.