Long before the first human ever set foot upon its magical soil, Velharion was a wild and untamed land. Towering mountains, rugged landscapes, and vast, dense forests shrouded in darkness stretched across this beautiful realm.
Magic… Magic flowed from every corner of the land. It seeped from ancient stones, echoed through hidden caves, coursed through rivers, and flourished within every plant and tree. It was this extraordinary abundance of magic that would eventually draw humans to settle here.
There were no castles. There were no laws.
The native inhabitants of Velharion were known as Arcanists — beings born with a magical seed within them, granting them supernatural powers.
Yet, despite their extraordinary gifts, the Arcanists were a peaceful people, with little desire for conflict. Giants, animals, and the native folk alike possessed magical abilities, but none sought to use their powers against one another. Each lived in harmony with the land, enjoying a life of peace and freedom.
Only a handful of small villages and scattered camps could be found throughout the vast wilderness.
And so, Velharion remained a land of magic, peace, and untamed beauty…
Until the humans arrived.
