hundreds of year have passed...
the world once know to the inhabitance of Tarasoul was lost in the flames of war and hatred
the battle of humans against the vicious anthro was long and harsh
neither side gave an inch till the very end when finally...
the anthros were over come and perished on the breath of a dying wind.
free was the world it seemed, from the grasp of the viscous beasts
but greed drove the humans, poisoning the lands with their hatred and lust.
all was lost to them...
the battle was over far before it began
and Tarasoul died as their lust for power grew...
the lands sank into the seas of hatred and blood
all to perish in the ruins of the gods.
all to die in the Gates of Nightmare