Long long ago, in the world of Kasuria and the time of the old Kings, the land of Alcroft was a stable and peaceful place. The Primes were worshipped above all others and the Kingdoms of Alcroft lived in harmony.

Slowly, though, times do change and the word of new, false Gods came to the land and with them came trickery. The Primes were pushed aside, furres choosing the flash of the new over the 'same' of the old.

With sadness in their hearts the Primes of Light turned their backs on Alcroft, leaving them to the mercy of the Dark.

They laughed at the lost children of Alcroft and devised a punishment as proper as could be. They would leave that land to their own devices. Let them find solace in the new, false Gods they were worshipping. Let them gain their strength from those new, false Gods. With a humour that only the Primes of darkness could muster they stripped Alcroft of magic, plunging the residents of that land into chaos. Were that not enough, the Lord of Broken Things, Dark Prime of Destruction, Greydark, descended beneath the waves and with an unhinged grin broke apart the rock, setting the land adrift.

Lost and without aid, Alcroft plunged into chaos. Kingdoms warred, furres starved, and their new Gods were nowhere to be found.

Generations passed and slowly the land settled into a new rythm, the people coming to terms with a new way of life. Slowly they began to understand their home and find new ways to tap into the life force that still remained. By dribs and drabs a new magic was discovered and it flourished.

Some were born with that ability to tap into the life force, others had to learn it through study and meditation, but natural or discovered.. magic users became as common as nonmagic users. Schools were created and soon the new Masters were able to combine their strength and create web around their large island. Though it may never again be rooted in place the land shifts and changes, landbridges appearing and disappearing, allowing travellers safe passage across when the mass is close enough to the mainlands.

With the discovery of their new magic the people of Alcroft began to look back at their history and slowly they realized their folly. Temples to the Primes were once again raised, drawing the attention of those they were devoted to.

The land, once lost and chaotic, was again found, and peace had returned, a different magic to be tapped into when a newcommer steps onto their soil.