A long, long time ago, so long that memories of that era have gradually faded, in the ancient age when the snow-white Silver Feather Flowers still bloomed across the entire continent of Rheinlons...

At that time, in the hearts of the continent’s original inhabitants, the world was divided into only three realms: the sky was ruled by the mighty dragon race, the seas were occupied by the bloodthirsty sea clans, and the land had no kingdoms—each race’s people worked their own lands from sunrise to sunset.

Back then, elves had not yet split into ancient and night elves. The sun-loving white elves grazed the grasslands alongside the minotaurs; the night-dwelling dark elves hunted in the forests with trolls and goblins; dwarves and gnomes lit their forges in the hills, crafting all kinds of tools; and goblins often traveled with white elves and orcs, journeying across the continent, trading goods and broadening their horizons. Legend has it that goblin technological civilization was accumulated and developed in this way.

Humans... as a later flourishing race, had just crossed the primitive stage of eating raw meat and drinking blood, and were beginning to make tentative contact with the elves, goblins, and orcs traveling the continent.

In the far south of the continent’s west, there was a fertile region. Forests, wheat fields, and grasslands quickly made this area known to other races, and more and more races came to settle here, enjoying the fresh, moist sea breeze from the Sea of Mists, tasting the fine brews crafted by dwarves, singing and dancing with the elves and minotaurs under the beautiful Silver Feather Trees, and celebrating a simple life.

Those were years as sweet as fine wine. However, the aroma always attracts covetous eyes. The powerful sea clans, who roamed the seven seas, were born with a predatory nature and could not tolerate such beauty in the hands of the weak.

So, in an unrecorded chapter of history, said to be in July, the season when Silver Feather Flowers bloom...

At Hurricane Bay of the Sea of Mists, hundreds of thousands of sea clan troops landed. In just half a month, this fertile land was ravaged and laid waste. The peace-loving races of the land did not resist, but as before, chose to withdraw from this rich territory.

According to the habitual thinking of the major races, after each plundering, the sea clan armies would quickly retreat to the ocean. At that time, the land races regarded the sea clan invasions as natural disasters like tsunamis and hurricanes—no one wished to fight against the forces of nature.

But this time, the sea clans did not retreat as usual. After drinking the dwarves’ fine brews, tasting the elves’ baked scones, and eating the minotaurs’ roasted meats, their predatory instincts were fully unleashed—they wanted to take all the delicacies of the continent back to the sea.

After enduring endless plundering, the tolerance of the continent’s races finally reached its limit.

War broke out on a massive scale for the first time in the far south of the continent’s west. In just a few years, this fertile land was left in ruins.

The protracted war eventually alarmed the rulers of the sky—the mighty and noble dragon race. The Dragon Emperor, the three-headed golden dragon Owen Smith, dispatched several powerful dragons to assist the races in resisting the sea clan invasion.

The legends of dragons and the tales of dragon riders began to spread in that era...

Finally, in the winter when all the Silver Feather Flowers in this region had withered, reinforcements from all over the continent arrived in waves, and the sea clans could no longer withstand their fury. For the first time, the brutal sea clan armies were forced to retreat back to the ocean.

By then, this war-torn land had lost its vitality. The creatures of all races shed sorrowful tears, and the kind-hearted elves and minotaurs volunteered to stay behind to help rebuild, hoping to restore the land’s former beauty and abundance.

The Goddess of Nature sensed the goodwill of these two races and bestowed a miracle, granting elves and druids the gift of guarding the wilds and nature. A brand new class appeared on the continent.

Thus was born the origin of the guardians of peace and nature—the druids...

However, the seeds of hatred had already been sown. Many creatures whose homes had been destroyed could not let go of their desire for revenge. They built warships and set sail from Hurricane Bay, heading to the sea clans’ strongholds, vowing to settle this blood debt. These beings sailed the seven seas, gradually becoming a force that greatly troubled the sea clans. They were called pirates by the land dwellers, and to distinguish themselves from the sea clans, these avengers called themselves—pirates.

Time continued to flow. Gradually, this wounded land slowly regained its former abundance. To commemorate that cruel war and to praise the goddess of nature and harvest, the elves and minotaurs named this land—the Forest of Gentle Dew.

The first town invaded by the sea clans was later called—Wind Whisper Town, signifying that the winds of nature would bring news of the sea’s disturbances to all living beings...

The Relic of Saint Elron