Long ago, mortal men and women created Rhy'din.   Rhy'din was a lush, pristine landscape, opening her heart to any willing to embrace it. Her laws were firm and just, instilling morality in a world almost perfect.  In time, darkness invaded and warred with one another and mortals clung to their last bastions of hope. - the tall castles of their rulers.    All but a few remain today.   Mortals' past is written in blood and loss.   Yet when faced with the inevitable, they rather pass on their secrets.   For you see, immortality has a flaw - when you do not fear death, you fear losing power.   While immortal elders cling to their secrets in fear of teaching their pupils too much, mortals embrace the though, and thus their craft is perfected over centuries despite their limited lifespan.   Mortals' pasts are forged in the crucible of loss and written in blood.   Yet even in the worst of eras, mortal men and women possessed admirable traits: The unmatched will for survival and the desire when against all odds, to bang together against a common foe.