On Earth in ancient times, the magical creatures of legend were known to be real. They lived here before humans, and as we arrived, raised us to live as they did. But we humans are creatures of greed by nature.

 

     As humans rose, magic was taken advantage of, and the original elven empire of old began to crumble. The ancient gods banned together to save the last breath of Earth, the little true magic it still had left, and created a new god destined to lead that magic into a new world. A mighty beast known as Dorigon, a spectral leviathan who drifts across the universe and consumes space debris, was resurrected by this newborn god. It’s outer shell serves as a new planet for the elven empire, it’s slumbering body serves as its eternal protector.

 

     With the aid of his seven arms, the god built a bridge from Earth to Dorigon, and a great migration of magical creatures began. The seven arms guided the birth of a new elven empire while the God of Dorigon protects from above. Such was the birth of Dorigolia, and the reduction of true magic on Earth to nothing but tales etched in stone.