I, Malaguena Rose, of the family Rose, greet you. I set
to parchment this day the history of the world. These
tales have passed for hundreds of generations by word
of mouth. I have traveled to the far reaches of this
world to collect the tales from the ancient ones.

Long ago there were powerful magi who ruled their city,
and were satisfied with their lot in life. Then the
evil Sark ventured into their midst and sowed the seeds
of dissatisfaction. He taught them deep, evil spells.
A magic so perverse and destructive our world was
forever changed.

Rivers ran red. The Lee Mountains were twisted from
this earth and the sea filled the void. We now have
five islands to call our home in this realm.

Edalimos: this land is inhabited by all the evil
creatures that survived the dark times of Sark. The
monks of Jarenquine have taken a vow to hunt down all
such creatures and send them to this isle.

Sevaecan: only the foolhardy adventurer travels to
this island as many creatures deformed by the olde
magic can be found here.

Crynidd: This island is as yet unmapped. Tales of
moving rocks have kept it from being explored. As yet,
no one has returned from this island.

Hailiwin: Rich in mineral resources, this is where many
learned in science have settled. They delve into the
mysteries, which have resulted in many advancements that
benefit our world.

Estantane: Ah, the shining beauty of our world. The
rich soil provides abundant food which is exported to
other islands. There are tales that the soil's
richness can be attributed to the blood of our ancestors,
but I cannot be certain if this is true. Ships sail from
our ports, trading goods with the other islands.
This is the story of our world, set down this day of the
Spring Harvest. As told to my by the ancient ones.

Malaguena Rose