Wardens of Iriolan
Iriolan. Our home. A wondrous place with a certainly colorful history. At one point, there was a human golden age, many millennia ago. However, some great cataclysm caused them to fall, and for the Wardens to come from the planes to take over. The Wardens, an ultimate malevolent force, ruled over the humans for hundreds of thousands of years. Some of them ran to the mountains to hide in the great caves, safe in their great walls and thriving in the ore and jewels to be found. Some fled to the grasslands, secure in the thought that they could hide among the trees, cultivating a greater level of society, as they would put it. Some would go to the tundra, comfortable in the fact that the Wardens dared not venture that far north. And some would, of course, be caught, or choose to stay, and become thralls of the Wardens.
Then, those hundreds of thousands of years later, something happened. We call it the Great Crisis, but to us it was no crisis at all. The Warden society fell, and many of them died. They receded into the deepest depths of our world, and none have been seen since. We crawled out of our holes and our trees and our icebergs, and we retook dominion of our continent Iriolan. We crawled out and we found each other vastly different from the humans we once knew. We crowned our Kings, drew our borders, and lived.