In the Age of Ancients the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of grey crags, archtrees and everlasting dragons. This world of the past was a barren, grey landscape devoid of all life...but also devoid of death. The stone-scaled dragons appeared to have no beginning and seemingly no end...

And then there was Fire. And with Fire came Disparity. Heat and cold, life and death and, of course, light and dark. The light and dark are the First Flame and the Abyss respectively. Humans are born of the Dark, born of the Abyss and the Dark Soul which governs it but they are given full life through the First Flame. Their dark souls (which were born from the Dark Soul itself) must be enriched by the First Flame in order for them to gain humanity. Humanity, however, is a double edged sword as, while it does allow one to rationalise and to be alive in the truest sense of the word, it does allow one to die, something this world had never experienced before.

So, from the Dark they came, and found the souls of Lords in the flame. There are three additional Lord Souls aside from the Dark Soul and these were the fuel for the fire. Humans are greedy and ambitious creatures and three humans removed these souls from the Flame in order to gain the power of gods. Nito, the first of the dead, the Witch of Izalith and her daughters of Chaos, Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, and his faithful knights. The Furtive Pygmy, however, was the most ambitious of all, seizing the Dark Soul for himself but remaining in the shadows.

With the Strength of Lords, they challenged the dragons. Gwyn's mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales, opening up the dragons to Nito's miasma of death and disease while the witches weaved great firestorms to burn the drangons' roosts in the archtrees. Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the dragons were no more.

Thus began the Age of Fire...