In El'Saria, all types of magic exist. From the woodland elves to the cliff dwelling trolls, salamanders crawling through the deserts, and vampires that rule the nights--all here live in their own peace. The forest animals respect the hunters as the hunters respect them. For every good magic, there is an evil one. It is all balanced into a lawful society.

One day though, a great black rift is opened in the Southern sky. From it, a chaos begins to pour out. It is not something that can be seen with the naked eye, but from the smallest blades of grass, it begins to take affect. The forest animals start to mutate, one by one, into monsters unlike anything they have seen before. Without ability to reason, they attack and destroy with no purpose other than to corrupt. The chaos only grows, corrupting more and more of this peaceful world.

But the most interesting thing is how it started. In a small village set at the base of a range of mountains, that is where it all begins, on a day like any other in the peaceful land...