Before the world was bent but after the great Chaos Storms, there was a civilisation built in the image of the Beforetime. It sought to emulate the splendor of the bygone age, but it was in all ways less. It was a time of sorcery and heroism, of fabulas wonders and treacherous betrayals. Ruled by a decadent empire, it slipped inch by inch into barbarism and darkness, until one last cataclysm blotted it out forever. Yet , in it's sunset it was a splendid thing, and glorious were the deeds of the Primortals.