17 years ago the War of Three was fought. Dwarves, Elves and Humans fighting for supremacy over Liberium. The war started with a kiss, a kiss that ravaged the land for 100 years.
A great Elven Temptress seduced one of the greatest warriors that have ever lived, he believed that she was made prisoner by her own people, that she was beaten and abused by the masses. Hatred and lust were all that he felt as he burned the Elven holy shrine to the ground killing the hundreds that were trapped inside. He returned to his ‘Love ’ and none ever saw or heard from him again but the consequences of his actions rippled across Liberium. Elves were in uproar and ambushed Human patrols of soldiers, butchered innocents and destroyed their homes. Humans retaliated but could not match the Guerrilla style warfare that the Elves employed; they struck hard then retreated beneath their forest.
Dwarves seeing the opportunity to control Liberium and its resources struck out from their mountain home. They created a network of tunnels that stretched beneath the land allowing them to strike quickly then disappear once more.
Humans took heavy losses and were almost defeated before a glimmering hope arose in the form of Orcs. The Human general Antalion united the segmented and persecuted Orcish people under his banner, he promised them land and a city, he offered them a home in exchange for their loyalty and their help. The greatest army to ever grace Liberium was born.
The war was ended in one night. In that night two races were pushed to the edge of extinction.
A two way strike. Orcs invaded the underground destroying and killing everything in their path including the once great Dwarven city Orazzimar. Humans burned the forest and killed any Elves that tried to escape.
The land is now blood drenched and scarred. Yet still there is those that crave more death.