The Shards have broken off of the long forgotten Crystal of the Gods, Shards of Divinity coming from the right half of the Crystal and Shards of Gratitude coming from the left half. A wondrous gem that rested high above the realm of the Gods that supplied them with magnificent power. With the ability to draw as many cards as they see fit, use cards without having to pay quanta costs, regenerate all their life at the end of each turn. They were truly unbeatable. Some reigned justly and right while others reigned with destruction and fear.
Their underlings, the Elementals, were powerless to do anything but obey. Many had easy lives, being governed over by gracious Gods. But many more had it much more rough. Many times the Elementals attempted to gather and plan, thinking of strategies to overcome the Gods, but all failed resulting in many deaths. As the Elementals died they let off a peculiar energy, an energy that was unknown to themselves or even the Gods. One Elemental took great note of this and spent his time gaining all the knowledge he could. He devised a way to capture this energy, using lines and lines of special ancient symbols creating complex spells that acted as a barrier to this energy.
Many years of creating this binding spells and capturing the energy of the dead went by. All fruitless to understand what it truly was. He had studied ancient script documenting such energy that the ancients had also discovered. Occasionally he would find a trail, but they all eventually lead to a dead end.
Not too far from his den of study, many Elementals had occasionally gathered. They were planning to do what no other had done before: Bring the Gods down to their moral realm. Before, the Gods would simply strike them down when they staged their riot, their plans to overthrow the Gods. This time, they assured each other, would be different. They gathered the most powerful creatures of the land, Dragons. Some could be easily killed by the Gods so thus, once the dragon was tame, they would bless it and strap heavy armour onto them. The did this for months, even under the watch of the Gods. But these Gods were not omniscient, they didn't know know everything. The Gods just watched over them carefully.
When a sufficient amount of dragons had been tamed and prepared, one of the Aether Elementals came to them. In hand with hundreds of Quintessences, they were going to send them into the other realm. The Gods now understood and rushed to stop them. The dragons could not be killed easily with their spells and so the Gods descended upon them.
This was the time of the great war. Elementals from all over joined in the battle, bringing whatever they could. The Air Elementals brought their queens into the front of battle, using their armies of Fireflies. The Death elementals set up Graveyards everywhere, reusing the bodies of those fallen in battle. The Druids ran rampart, mutating eveything they could get their hands on. Spirits and Golems grew to outrageous strengths.
Everyone was in the heat of battle, all except one, one who was so infused in his research, in his work, he was oblivious a war was even happening. But he could not crack the mystery as to what the energy from the dead was. He was even oblivious to the increased amounts he now had from all the deaths upon the battlefield. With no where else to turn, he decided to ask the Gods. Grabbing the energy of the dead in hand, he used a Quintessense on himself, bringing him and the energy into the God's realm.
Upon arrival, there was no one. Not a single soul. He wandered through their realm, searching for anyone. He happened upon their mighty monument, thinking they must be there. It too was empty. However, the energy of the dead began to react. Violently. The spells that confined it began to disintegrate, and from above a great light now shown down. The Crystal of the Gods was reacting to the energy of the dead. Slowly the Crystal came down from it's unreachable place in the sky and was enveloped by the dead's energy. Slowly, the Crystal began to splinter, crack, and soon it was no more than a pile of shards on the ground.
Shortly after, the realm became unstable. Fluctuating rapidly, places from the other plane of existence began flashing into existence here. Not long after, the two dimensions became one. The Gods without their Crystal quickly retreated from the war, and the man who destroyed the crystal was now praised. He took up all of the shards and took them with him, giving them out to lucky people over time. Soon he no longer hand anymore to give.
For a time there was a calm over the entire land. A peace that none had seen before. It lasted many years. But unbeknown to the Elementals, the Gods were gaining their power back. Slowly but surely. They even gained some of the shards from their precious crystal. It was too much longer until the Gods began to resurface, claiming to have their full power back. Many were in fear once more, except one. The same one who had destroyed their power. He knew they could not have the power they once possessed without obtaining all of their shards to form their crystal again. He stood above the Elementals and called the Gods on their bluff. He called them False Gods, revealing that their power was not all back. That they could still be defeated.
And now, to this day, a never-ending war rages on between the Elementals and the False Gods. And our courage, our bravery, and our ability to be able to defeat the False Gods is all thanks to one man, Zanzarino.
