OK, here it is.
My Prologue, I’m pretty sure its ready but I may make a few small changes every now and then in the future. Feel free to comment, anything said would be helpful and just as a heads up, I will be adding the prologue to the game when it is ready
That is the name of the largest continent on the Earth, it also home to the strongest element wielders on Earth. During the time of the Ancients, use of the elements was recognized as magic. Of all the different magical uses, four were most recognized amongst magic: The four Elements; Fire, Water, Earth and Air. This was due to four large crystals that served as massive magical generators.
In those days only a select few were able to perform magic and were feared because of their capabilities, where as others were often sought because of the power they controlled so easily. Due to greed and the lust for the power of magic users and for the four crystals, many wars broke out resulting in the deaths of thousands, untill one day when all four of the crystals simply disappeared. It was believed that four beast gods were responsible, but no-one could find them nor could they ever prove it.
Shortly after the disappearance of the crystals, all forms of magic seemed to be dying. Air type magic was the first to fade away completely. Chanting magic spells became pointless gibberish and using special circles for spells turned into nothing but fancy drawings. In the many years that followed magic’s dissipation, it became nothing but a memory about times of war and death, then centuries later magic became nothing more than a fantasy. Then for some odd reason, the elements were beginning to react to the will of the people through sheer thought.
Ordinary people began manipulating fire, moving it through the air and walking into it emerging unharmed. Others were capable of walking on water or manipulating its temperature to boiling or freezing instantly. Some controled nature, shifting the earth beneath them from one point to another, controlling fields of crops allowing for good harvests and even moving the trees around the land. And there were some who commanded to power of lightning granting themselves superior speed capabilities and the power to erupt lightning from their fingertips.
Many were overjoyed at these new found powers and the four elements were once again recognized but as: Fire, Water, Earth and Lightning. At first the new powers that had emerged were celebrated throughout Remingar, but darkness reared its ugly face, the people began isolating others and themselves. Arguments over who and which of the elements were stronger, fighting broke out between friends and neighbors, hate was being spread and taught all throughout the continent of Remingar. As a result, Remingar was split into four different factions.
To the South West was the Realm Of Flames: A war ready nation with an army to be feared. To the North East were the Frozen Mountains: An influential nation with many of the best elementals known to Remingar. To the Northwest stood the Thundering Plains: A nation of trade and espionage, believed to be the nation responsible for the creation of the black market and smuggling. And in the South East lived the ReminGuardians: Protectors of Remingar’s beautiful lands and responsible for providing the majority of food and medical supplies across the four nations.
Sharing such a close connection to their opposing elements the four Realms were inches away from wreaking havoc upon each other, and so rallied in an attempt to create peace between each other by building a large castle at the centre of all the four Realms of Remingar. The land surrounding it served as a place of peace and diplomacy, sadly it was all for naught. Despite everyone’s best efforts the desire for war was to strong for man to resist. And so, fighting broke out and the castle of diplomacy was reduced to rubble, the land surrounding it used as a permanent battleground, stained with the blood of hundreds and over time, thousands.
As a result of all the bloodshed over the years the land surrounding the castle turned black symbolizing death. With every war that occurred near or on the blackened landscape, more and more of the lands surrounding it died, war after war raged on and on and the dead lands grew and grew until a large gap had been created between the four Realms. Finally separated completely from their opposing faction by land shrouded in death, the declaration of war became a rarity and things finally settled down between the four Realms.
Peace now exists throughout Remingar, but Humans are weak creatures and war, is such an easy thing to come by.