For a boundless eternity we have been confined to this place.Exsisting in a realm of non-existence,a land of infinite darkness and mind-torturing silences.Our banishment to this horrid plane has been nothing less then pure undiluted damnation.You see, long ago in our endmost attempt to save our world from the scourage of human dominion. All creatures of the sacred ways of majik gathered in one place, at one time, to oppose the human plague in what would be called "The Final Battle". Millenias of our kinds hidding from expullsion and torture led us to that fatal night. A night that would echo evil for an eternity. In the many chaotic days that followed in that most insuffererable war, much blood was spilt, and many lives lost, but the details of that harrowing nightmare must remain silent for now. For although it has been ages, the spiritual wounds for our fallen brothers and sisters still run very deep.Lest we be silent.                    As the fog cleared on the final night and the menacing storm of war receded. The pale daughter moon displayed the outcome of the treacherous anarchy. We had been defeated. The humans seemingly unending legions had slaughtered nearly our entire family as the very ground below drowned in the blood of our fallen. After the unimaginable chaos settled across the field of battle. The exhausted human armies drank and celebrated there victory dancing like heathen fools around our kinds burning corpses. For the survivors, a monstrous fate not unlike death awaited us, as we were viciously beaten bound and taken to the ruins of Ar-Ra-Ul to be cast into the abysmal vortex confining us to this Realm of Shadows, and so here we remain the last of our once flourishing species.Exild to a realm of nightmares darkness and utter desolation.For what seems as eons have passed and we have Journeyed throughout this endless night.Hoping,Praying,waiting for Majik to rise once again.