Almost all of the Elders are gone. They left long ago, to return to the bosom of the great celestial flame— the heart of the cosmos —the center of the universe. Transcendental beings, who blessed the land and sowed our souls, have left, leaving a resounding emptiness that still echoes today. A tiny piece of them remains, however, in fragments large and small all across the Realm of Tarrgon. The Blessed creatures, who have a steady stream of draconic will in their blood rule over most of the lands, where wyverns, griffins, and basilisks all roam.
The Elders may have left long ago, but Tarrgon has not forgotten their touch.
