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The Land of Uma
Today, you are called upon to play a vital role in the future of our universe. Your heart burns with a fire which darkness cannot quench. For you are the Pure of Heart, whose destiny is to fight evil. But before you engage in battle, you must learn about Uma's history and thus come to understand why the threat of darkness still hangs over the people of this planet, even today.
The Land of Uma was created in the mists of time by Life. It was indeed Life that fashioned this land, sculpting its every contour, providing the blood coursing through the veins of its animals and the life-giving source for its vegetation.
But the balance of the universe was under threat and Death had to be created to re-establish some degree of harmony. After all, this is the why Life cannot exist without Death. Consequently, the plants began to wither and bloodshed broke out amongst the animals, thus perpetuating the eternal cycle of life and death."
The Primeval Battle
The Dawn of Kaliba
The Dragons of the Dawn were not the only creatures to inhabit the Land of Uma. There were others, just as gentle, which are now extinct. Among these were water-sprites, whose songs sounded like a babbling brook; fairies, whose beating wings created rainbows, centaurs, pixies, imps, and many more.... But the dawn of Kaliba was followed by the Wars of Darkness, which swept all these creatures aside like straws on the wind."
The Wars of Darkness
When I think back to this time, I can still vividly
remember the deep distress which gripped the hearts of men; the outbreak of bloodshed
among them and the tears of the goddess, shedding the great sorrow as she contemplated the
havoc wreaked by Death, as men killed each other in the pursuit of a scrap of land, power
The Age of Harmony
During the course of this last thousand years, a period know as the Age of Harmony, the druids gradually began to die out as men learned to co-exist in peace. Everyone then believed that Death would give up the fight and that its creatures would disappear from the Land of Uma forever. In order to ensure that this would happen, Kaliba created an order of monks whose task was to guide Mankind along the long path of Life. And indeed, during these thousand years the monks were utterly devoted to their task. But, how foolish to think that the Forces of Darkness could be completely vanquished! How blind men were, not to see that Death was biding its time for the least sign of weakness, for a wicked heart that it could invade...
Am I am the being with that wicked heart, the Chosen One of Death. I am Draak, and I will spread my cover of darkness over this golden age, an era so wretched and lack-luster compared to the Age of Darkness that is about to dawn. I used to be one of Kaliba's monks and could see how weak and derisory the powers offered by the goddess were. There is only one real power, and that is the power offered by Death, a power whose depth and strength makes Kaliba's pathetic magic pale into insignificance.
When I was a mere monk I was called Drakil Tanan. By then, I was already fascinated by the magic of darkness, a fascination which soon developed into an obsession. When night fell I would slip into the library and pore over the forbidden texts, eager to learn the dark secrets of necromancy. I spent years in the vaults, where I raised specters and skeletons to become my slaves and help me fulfill my mission. But one day, the monks of Kaliba uncovered my secret. And just imagine, those fools dared to pass judgement on me, Drakil Tanan, the great necromancer. I therefore left the monastery without any regrets, leaving behind my old name and assuming the new name of Draak.
Draak...a name which rises up like a funeral dirge, sounding like a knell, the death knell of Kaliba. This name was my comfort during the years after I left the monastery. In the bowels of this land, my torrent of supplication was answered and I became the disciple of Necromancy. My powers were enhanced and, at the same time, my soul became more consumed by my obsession, plumbing the depths known only by Death itself. Ah yes, the Grim Reaper soon realized what an invaluable ally he had in me. And just as the goddess Kaliba had given the druids the Time Orb, I was made privy to the ultimate secret of Necromancy.
I was now able to return to the goddess Kaliba's heavenly kingdom. But, I have to admit that this was a grave error. It was still for too soon to challenge Kaliba, even though I had already used my newly acquired powers to devastate the gold and silver towers of her kingdom and set ablaze the wings of the angles protecting her.
The battle between us lasted a day and a night with Kaliba emerging the victor, damn her! However, prior to my defeat, I had dealt her a cruel blow. In the heart of the struggle, I grabbed one of her hands and took it down to the bowels of this land. Using my powers of Necromancy I corrupted this hand, turning it into an instrument of my revenge: the Astral Hand.
Armed with this artifact, I made my way to the Dragons of the Dawn cemetery, where I intended to raise up from the ashes the most powerful dragon of all, the Dragon Lord, but not in his previous incarnation where he was subservient and loyal to man. I wiped his mind and stole his magic so that I could be transformed into a dragon...
Now I am able to devastate this world, capture its
people and allow Death to feed on their souls. Kaliba's monks, these same ones who dared
to drive me away, tried to make me see reason. They wanted us to meet face to face.
You will feel my vengeance, you wretched people. My wings will cast a long shadow over this land, plunging it deep into darkness. I will use your bones to build my throne and your souls to feed my subjects. And as for you, the Pure of Heart, you may well think that you can re-created the Time Orb to prevent me from destroying the Land of Uma. But do not delude yourselves. I will not let you find the seven crystals that make up the Time Orb and defeat me. I will track you down wherever you are, you wretched creatures. And you will die because no one can defy with impunity Draak, the necromancer and Dragon Lord...."