In the ancient days of Evernight, then known as the planet Midia, a warm sun illuminated a golden age of commerce and culture. The six great nations grew and reached all the glories of a civilized world, but a sinister plan brought terrible chaos to the Golden Age, and the journey to darkness began.

One thousand years of prosperity decayed into global madness in the year 991, when the unspeakable form of Bork, an ageless and unholy entity from beyond the bounds of reason, rose from the shadowy seas of Midia. This terrible bane was brought from its timeless watery slumber by one twisted mortal sorcerer, a student of the arcane arts who learned of the immense supernatural power stored in the six moons of Evernight: Prime, Sprok, Ember, Psidelica, Gigan, and Algus. This sorcerer was known as Nergal the Mad.

Only the distant minds of the Gods know the insidious reasons for Nergal’s actions, but every soul on Evernight suffered when Nergal’s heinous master rose from his murky resting-place to devour and destroy every trace of the Golden Age. Though Nergal himself was one of the first victims of this abomination, his effect on the destiny of Midia had taken its toll, and now only a sorcerer of greater power could rescue this small planet from a fate more terrible than any madman’s nightmare.

As Bork’s hated form lumbered without direction, bringing rotten death to all that its gangrenous tentacles touched, a young girl in the remote nation of Thrin was undergoing a ceremony as old as Midia itself. Her bloodline was prophesied to rise to the defense of this small world in its darkest hour and she was the apex of that bloodline. Her name was K’Ar Tuf.

The cosmic forces that had woven the world of Midia from the dust of space became the tools of young K’Ar Tuf’s power, and as she grew, and the menace of Bork approached, destiny filled the air with a thick tension. As the prophesy had foreseen, K’Ar Tuf’s natural ability to harness arcane and sorcerous powers was without peer. By the time of reckoning, as the epic conflict between her mortal form and the bony hulk of her unholy nemesis drew nigh, K’Ar Tuf mastered Midia’s lunar power with the aid of an ancient relic called The Black Between.

At last the great duel began. It was the year 1006 when at last Bork and K’Ar Tuf met to decide the fate of Midia. For ten days their fury tore the stones from the ground and boiled the waters to steam. The unholy form of the God lashed and coiled with rage while K’Ar Tuf channeled power unimagined through the strange, shadowy prongs of the Between. On the eleventh day, Bork’s fate seemed imminent and the prophesy promised to come true. But who can say what powers shape the truth of foresight or the certainty of the future for in Bork, god of all that is meant to never be, the strength for one last effort remained. In a final convulsion of hate, Bork entangled K’Ar Tuf in his labyrinth of tentacles and leaped from the surface of Midia across the dome of the sky and into the glowing sun. A cataclysmic explosion more furious and destructive nature than the world had ever known turned the sun to dust, and the planet Midia fell into endless shadow.

It is said The Black Between was blasted into six pieces by the force of the sun’s destruction, casting these shards of power across the face of a world now known as Evernight.

For the next millennium the unrelenting darkness infected even the most wise of mortals with fear and madness. The six great nations, which at one time had flown the banners of a golden age, now decayed into ruin and chaos. But deep within the cold earth of Evernight, an ancient energy stirred the disintegrated corpse of K’Ar Tuf to resurrection. How her mortal frame could return after its fiery demise none can say…but once again the sandaled foot of the Queen of Mystery trod upon the ground. It is surmised that dire vengeance, raw and brutal, re-animated K’Ar Tuf’s supernatural power. That vengeance would write the next page in the legend of Evernight.

Searching for a means to reassemble The Black Between and destroy Bork for time eternal, the Queen of Mystery tapped the very elements of Evernight for every scarcity of strength. Her mystic reach extended to the core of the most remote mountains, to the depths of the darkest waters, and beyond the burning earth and forgotten lands of the long-dead Golden Age. From these places of power she summoned a race of demigods: The Forms.

From gaseous pools of chanting light The Forms emerged, each a towering monster of immense power. But before K’Ar Tuf could assemble her supernatural avengers and gather their wits against her vile enemy, their otherworldly wills defied her mortal control. Soon untold numbers of Forms walked Evernight unchecked. The spell out of control and the plan turned disaster, K’Ar Tuf could only struggle to lead a few loyal Forms to victory over their rebellious brethren. For two centuries it was so.

With the Black Between still lost to the inky wilderness, no decisive power could bring Evernight under control. Forms warred across plain and mountain range as the Gods looked on. At last, whether by destiny or chance, the war of the Forms took the life of K’Ar Tuf in the Battle of Thrin. Since her death, only a chosen few have dared to harness the Forms’ power, and even fewer know of the Black Between’s existence hidden away in the furthest corners of the world. Now, a new prophecy tells of a final reckoning. The war of the Forms shall fracture the world, and an ageless God will descend to bring his followers their final deliverance. Who this God is, and what mighty chosen one will lead the forms to recover the Black Between in his name, is not known.

Welcome to Evernight, chosen one.