my father once told me that his grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's progenitor once flew across the night sky past the shattered Moon on to the worlds of Enyalius, Venus, Jupiter and even to other stars. That has never been true for me, I have always been a hold this broken world. Some call this place Terre others Ethalomtos, but to me it is simply Earth. My mother says this is where the many races of orcs and elf and den come from. The ancient ones used to touch their skin and change their very souls to the very shape and after years of being left on this world we changed into different lineages. But though desolation though this world has evolved and has made itself its own. I know leave to join the chroniclers, 3 insane mages that wish to tell the story of this world and its people . I write and I will witness. This is my first entry. Hopefully it won't be my last. Ethal Cain