The Making of the Continent

In the oldest myths of the Great War, it is said that the dragons did not merely fight upon the land—they made the land through their struggle.

Long before the kingdoms of mortals, before the rise of the new pantheon, the region was shaped by two primordial titans: Melcone, the Mother of Flame, and Mhelcar, the Serpent of Ice.

They were opposites bound by purpose.

Melcone was a primordial titan of fire, magma, and creation. With her molten breath, she shaped the world from a barren and featureless expanse, weaving rivers of fire into the earth and raising solid ground from the depths.

Yet wherever Melcone created, Mhelcar followed.

The ancient Ice Titan cooled the molten earth with his breath of winter, hardening mountains, carving valleys, and tempering the fury of flame. Where Melcone burned, Mhelcar froze. Where Mhelcar froze, Melcone returned with fire.

Neither could overcome the other.

And so, through their eternal struggle, fertile land was born.

Life flourished in the balance between them.

For ages beyond mortal reckoning, the two titans continued their work. But the coming of the New Pantheon disturbed the ancient order. The gods sought dominion over the world and its growing life, upsetting the balance upon which the primordial beings had built the land.

When the Great War came, Melcone and Mhelcar answered the call of the Betrayer Gods.

The shapers of the world became its destroyers.

They abandoned their ancient forms and took the shape of colossal elemental serpents—dragons of fire and ice—and descended upon the armies of the gods.

Thus began the legend of the Titanic Dragons.

To this day, the dragon sigil carries an ominous meaning throughout TITAN. It is a symbol of war, devastation, and the ancient powers that once shook the foundations of the world.

And among the oldest peoples, there remains an even darker belief:

When dragons appear, war is never far behind.

The Children of Fire and Ice

From the union of Melcone and Mhelcar came two offspring.

Though born from the same primordial forces, neither inherited the balance of their parents.

Amon Erith — The Devourer of Nature

Amon Erith, the great serpent of venom, was the antithesis of his parents.

Where Melcone and Mhelcar created, Amon Erith corrupted.

Where they nurtured life, Amon Erith consumed it.

The serpent's hunger was not merely for flesh. It devoured the very essence of life, leaving corruption and monstrosity in its wake. Creatures touched by its essence were twisted into unnatural forms, and wherever Amon Erith passed, the natural order withered.

Yet its greatest cruelty was not its hunger.

Amon Erith understood creation.

It understood the essence of life and knew how to manipulate it—to twist, pervert, and remake it according to its own monstrous will.

From this knowledge came the first abominations.

From this corruption came the monsters that would later follow it into battle.

And from this dark legacy came the forbidden art of necromancy.

Those who worship Amon Erith do not merely seek to command the dead. They seek to understand the secret that lies between life and death—the power to corrupt creation itself.

Amon Erith became the great herald of monstrosity, leading hordes of unnatural creatures into the Great War and poisoning the lands upon which the armies of the gods fought.

Even now, its name is spoken with fear.

Emon Roth — The Three-Headed Serpent

The second child was Emon Roth, the smallest of the primordial serpents.

But size did not determine its strength.

Emon Roth possessed something far more dangerous:

madness.

Each of its three heads possessed a separate consciousness, a separate personality, and a separate appetite for torment.

The three names have been preserved through the ages, though their original language has long been forgotten:

• Mitis, the Mind Flayer
• Milros, the Soul Carver
• Mikonos, the Flesh Eater

Together, the three heads acted with terrifying unity.

Apart, each was a horror unto itself.

Mitis preyed upon thought and reason.

Milros tore at the essence of the soul.

Mikonos hungered for flesh.

Together, they turned terror into an art.

Emon Roth was so feared that it became the last of the Titanic Serpents to fall during the Great War. Even after the other primordial dragons had been slain, the Three-Headed Serpent continued to wage war against the armies of the gods.

It is said that Emon Roth's death did not end its madness.

Those who remain too long within the three cities built upon its fallen heads—Mitis, Milros, and Mikonos—sometimes begin to hear voices.

Some hear whispers.

Some see things that are not there.

And some begin to speak with voices that are not their own.

The old people say that this is Emon Roth's final curse.

The serpent is dead, but its madness remains.

The Mountains of the Fallen

The Titanic Dragons fought the gods and were eventually defeated.

But primordial beings do not die as mortals do.

Their bodies became the land.

Their blood became rivers.

Their bones became mountains.

Their lingering essence seeped into the soil, the forests, and the creatures that dwelled upon them.

And so the continent was born from the corpses of ancient gods and dragons.

The Kiyanti Wilderness

Melcone, the Dragon Mother, fell across the Wild Expanse.

Her enormous body became the foundation of the Kiyanti Wilderness, its mountains and valleys marking the path of her final fall.

For centuries after her death, the Dragon Mother's fiery essence continued to burn beneath the earth. The surrounding soil remained unnaturally warm, and strange vegetation flourished in places where no ordinary plants should have survived.

Among the most remarkable are the trees whose leaves bloom crimson.

The people of the region believe these red leaves are a tribute to Melcone—the final embers of the Dragon Mother's fire made manifest in nature.

At the place where her head is believed to have fallen stands the great city of Dragon Lance, built in honour of the Silent Guardian.

Yet the guardian may not be as silent as once believed.

In recent years, dragons have been sighted near the Dragonspine.

The sightings have stirred an ancient fear.

For the old legends warn:

When the dragons return, the Great War will return with them.

The Ice Spire Peaks

To the north lies the frozen corpse of Mhelcar, the Ice Serpent.

His fall shattered the northern landscape, raising the immense Ice Spire Peaks from the earth.

The mountains remain locked in perpetual winter, their highest peaks piercing the heavens like the fangs of some colossal beast.

At the place where Mhelcar's head came to rest rises Stone Mount.

Few know what lies beneath the mountain.

Some say the Ice Titan's skull remains buried beneath it.

Others claim that Mhelcar is not truly dead.

They say he merely sleeps.

The Forests of Amon Erith

When Amon Erith fell, its death poisoned the land.

The serpent's immense body became the foundation of the Dresdune and Elrohir Forests, but its primordial essence did not die with it.

Instead, it seeped deep into the earth.

The forests grew wild and unnatural.

Creatures twisted into monstrous forms.

Plants developed strange properties.

Life itself became unpredictable.

The deeper one travels into these forests, the more the boundary between nature and monstrosity begins to disappear.

At the westernmost point of Amon Erith's fallen body stands the city that bears its name: Amon Erith.

There, unlike in most civilized lands, the worship of the ancient dragon has survived.

Its followers do not believe Amon Erith was a destroyer.

They believe it was the true creator—one who merely understood that creation must sometimes be broken before it can become something greater.

The priests of Amon Erith guard their secrets closely.

Especially those concerning death.

The Three Cities of Emon Roth

Near the coast lies the smallest of the great mountain ranges—the remains of Emon Roth.

The Three-Headed Serpent fell upon the land with such force that its body shattered into three great sections.

Its three heads came to rest apart from one another.

Over the centuries, settlements grew around them.

Eventually, those settlements became cities.

Mitis.

Milros.

Mikonos.

Each city bears the name of one of Emon Roth's three heads, and each keeps watch over the ancient remains beneath it.

Whether the cities were built to honour the fallen serpent, contain it, or simply profit from the land is a matter of debate.

But all three share one ancient purpose:

They keep vigil.

For the oldest legends claim that the Titanic Dragons cannot remain dead forever.

Their bodies became mountains.

Their blood became the land.

Their essence became the monsters, forests, and storms that still haunt the continent.

And where their heads lie, cities were raised to watch over them.

For should the dragons ever rise again...

the world will know that the Great War has begun anew.