It was in times long forgotten and lost amidst the sands of time that the one named Spur came into the world. He was child of destiny and prophecised in times that have truly disappeared from the minds of men. Aeons back when the realm known as Shero was young and wild--back when the First Cataclysm struck the Five Races. His life force is that of the Orbs of Kallduin and he is inextricably bound to the three Orbs, as well as the life forces contained within.

None know of Spur's conception and early life--not even he. His earliest recollections are from the age of ten when he lived with the retired Dragonrider, Maxim. Life was constant training, so far as Spur can remember. Every day he trained to become a Dragonrider--a desire that burned strongly through his veins, though he knew not why. Yet the boy trained as hard as he could. He learned much and grew strong. He had, innately, it seemed, a firm grasp of right and wrong that surprised those who thought he was nothing more than 'a kid'. Spur became a confident warrior as time drew onward to his seventeenth birthday. While none really knew his age, he felt like it was an appropriate age. That was another interesting quirk about the warrior--he didn't think so much as he felt his way through. It was both a hindrance and boon, but I digress from the tale.

It was on Spur's seventeenth birthday that Maxim was assassinated. The murderer had committed his act unknown to any and left not a trace to tell who it was. Spur took the time with a mixture of rage and sorrow, and, for a time, became lost in what had happened. He eventually broke free and bid his goodbyes to Maxim's soul as he left to the far-off Moongate Keep--home of the Dragonriders.

A coup in the Dragonrider Guild leadership occured shortly before Spur's arrival, leaving a proficient and fierce warrior named Aregalo Corralag at the head. For reasons known only to himself, he placed the recruit Spur through a horrific array of tests to gain admittance to the guild. Undeterred, Spur passed them all and, grudgingly on Aregalo's part, was allowed into the guild. Over time, Spur gained much notriety as being an ace Dragonrider, and he fought independently during the Fourth Cataclysm alongside the Dark Archmage Korion Darshea. The only other warrior who could compete upon the same level as Spur was Aregalo, and the two developed an intense animosity towards one another. Their hatred became legendary and well-known. Each had followers within the guild flocking to their sides. Eventually all were polarized between the two factions of Aregalo and Spur. It was this that caused the breaking and eventual downfall of the Dragonrider Guild.

Fighting broke out amidst the two groups as tensions grew. The fighting escalated into all-out war within the guild. Spur's side took heavy losses and, in time, had to flee. Very few survived the exodus--a mere twenty-five managed to live with their leader. The group fled far, leaving the Eastern Reach entirely and casting out into the Great Ocean. They flew onward for days, and their dragons became tired and weary from exhaustion, before catching sight of land. Heedlessly did they fly over and land onto the large island. The dragons touched down and the men set up their camps upon the long-virgin soil of the Raelnoch Heights.

After a day or two of recuperating, the group realized where they were and fear erupted. Spur tried, fruitlessly, to bring the men under control when a mysterious figure approached. The man was clad in forest-colored clothing with a sword hanging at his left hip. Power radiated from the man who introduced himself as Morlin Tertac--a Creonic Warrior, and the sole remaning of their great legacy. He trained them all in the Creonic Arts of war and magic over the course of a few months, forging together a small fighting force. As Spur's--and only Spur's--final test, he had to fight his tutor in mortal combat. The man wielded the ancient blade named LightForge and fought Spur for nearly a day before he was defeated. With his dying breaths, he bestowed the relic to Spur who, he revealed, was the rightful owner and descendant of Feyd Kerax--the one who entrapped the Eachijjraz in the Third Cataclysm. Morlin told Spur what he could of the heritage he had, and Spur's purpose f! or living. When he was done relating what he could, Morlin Tertac died. He was buried deep in the forests of the Raelnoch Heights. It was then that Spur his group of freshly trained warriors lifted from the island and returned to the Eastern Reach; returned to Moongate Keep--the place that was theirs by ancestral right, now. For Moongate Keep was an ancient citadel, once the stronghold of the Order of Creon. It was not simply to gain vengeance for the wrongs committed by Aregalo, but to regain that which had been defiled by the presence of any save the Order.

The small group of warriors assualted Moongate Keep with the unabated and uncontrolled fury that they had been trained to use. They were outnumbered by at least ten to one, and the battle raged for the better part of the day and well into evening, but the Creonic Dragonriders fought with an insatiable determenation. Spur fought his way, alone, through to Aregalo's chambers where the dark man awaited. The battle which ensued between the two raged with a ferocity that rivaled that of the rest of the conflict which came to be known as the War of Dragons. In the end, Spur won through and Aregalo set a revelation upon Spur. As the fallen warrior lay in defeat on the ground, he smiled and revealed the assassin of Maxim--himself. His laughter echoed throughout the entirety of Moongate as Spur, in a fargone realm of rage beyond anything he knew, ended Aregalo's life.

The battle had been won and Moongate was secured. Aregalo's men were slain to the last and not a single Creonic Warrior died. It was a subdued day, though, as Spur left the central chambers in a daze between rage and reality. The warrior mounted his dragon, Gela, and took off from the Island of Moongate. Spur gave no reason to his men, and they asked for none. Solemn compliance was all that was needed and recieved. The last remaining Dragonriders left with him and disappeared into the horizon to Raelnoch for the next ten years to live in seclusion.

They did not come out of their self-imposed exiles until the Fifth Cataclysm neared its end. The Zhirl Dram had broken the Barrier instituted by Feyd Kerax and Korion Darshea and had wrought terrible destruction across the Five Lands. There was only one way to halt their progress, and only one could accomplish this feat. Thus, Spur and the Creonic Dragonriders lifted out of Raelnoch and headed to the final battlefield amidst the formerly forested lands of Katarita.

The combined forces of all the Races battled the Zhirl Dram warriors across the burning lands and the death toll had risen high. It wasn't until the very end of the conflict that Spur and his men arrived. The Creonic Dragonriders tore through the ranks of the Zhirl Dram as if they were ragdolls as Spur, once more on his own, flew into the heart of the storm--to the Zhirl Dram themselves. The great and ancient demons unleashed the full of their powers and the Dark One hordes threw themselves at the lone warrior. Not once was his sword raised, though. Instead, he took from within his cloak an orb of crystal that shone with the crimson sheen of blood. Spur invoked the power of the Third Orb of Kallduin and, in one heart-stopping instant, was sucked within the Orb along with the entriety of the Zhirl Dram--armies and all. The battlefiled went quiet afterwards, and time stood still before the cheers of the Races roared across the barren plains at the victory.

Most of the Creonic Dragonriders died in the fighting and, of the original twenty-five, only three remained--Koal Xyr, Seo Zherk, and Blecs Feorn. The three were hailed as heroes and, in time became the strong leaders of kingdoms forged from the destruction. The rest had died and, save for the three remaining Creonic Warriors, none knew what happened to Spur. In truth, his fate was much worse than death.

Spur had been cast within his own mind--the consciousness of the Orbs--and was ravaged by the rage and torment within his own soul. He had nothing to protect himself from his own energies and was assailed relentlessly for an eternity. The Void of the Orbs assualted him with its own energies, as well, and bent Spur's very sanity further than any man's should. It bent and, evenually, broke under the stress. It was then that the realization came to him and he began to bend the energies to his will, instead. As time passed, he gained mastery over them and tamed the untamable. He gained the power reshape the very fabric of reality with a mere thought and break the bounds of the imagination, bringing it into existance at will. Eventually his mastery was so great that he broke the very bounds which held him entrapped and he returned, at long last, to Shero. What he saw upon returning was quite unexpected.

Countless centuries had passed since he had disappeared. The Five Lands were still scarred from the Zhirl Dram taint of the ages long gone. The Dram Corial still stood at the ancient site of Dal Aveve. There was little land available for farming and the raising of livestock. The Lands had stagnated in the time he was gone. The Races were dwindling, and the lifeblood of the Five Lands--Magic--was bleeding away. Shero's decay was readily apparent to Spur, who, now, could see the tearing in its substance and feel its rot through to his very core; his very soul.

It was because of this that he came forth to aid in reconstructing his dying homeland. He came before the leaders of the Three Kingdoms, which were, as he found out, the descendants of the three warriors who had combated the Zhirl Dram so long ago. The Three Kingdoms had begun to lose their sense of purpose and were drifting into apathy up until the point Spur arrived. The Races had learned what happened to Spur during the epic battle, and now that he had returned, started to worship him as a returning god. He readily dispelled these thoughts among the populace and began the real work of rebuilding and reclaiming that which had been lost.

Through the course of a few centuries, land began to become habitable. Spur's powers of the Void and the magics of the, surprisingly still active, Dark Acolytes were used in conjunction with one another to slowly lift the taint from the world. For a long time did Spur work with the ancient organization until the rebuilding was well under way. Only then did he allow himself the leisure of traversing the planes and utilizing his powers to their fullest extent.

Before doing anything more, though, he sought out his long-lost mount, Gela. Rumours held that the dragon had survived for a great many centuries before disappearing completely. Most believed her to be dead. Spur did not, believing she survived the weathering of age, and sought her out. When he found her, though, she was virtually upon her own deathbed. Her heart warmed to see her master--her friend--once more, and when he offered her life over death, she readily accepted. He returned her youthful vitality and granted her unto an ageless state. He bestowed upon her a portion of his powers, thus giving her the ability to transform into a human--and a rather beautiful one at that, but that is a different story. Let it suffice here to say that she became quite apt at the magical arts and joined with the Dark Acolytes to become the first Dark Magess of the Council.

Spur instituted a constant watch over the Dram Corial. The leaders of the Three Kingdoms assured him that it had remained inactive throughout the time he was gone, yet, ever cautious to the Zhirl Dram's incursions, he instituted an army to watch over the area. Soon enough, a thriving fort city was built up around the Dram Corial and was named Dal Aveve in rememberance of the people who had died there ages before even Spur's birth. Then, he left. To the vastness of the Void to learn, to the endless expanse of the Planes to experience and learn more. During his travels he learned much--one being his own origin.

The Orbs were forged when the world was young, by the Aeorn. The ancient race poured its entire existance into the creation of the Orbs after the First Cataclysm in order to protect Shero should the Zhirl Dram invade again. The consciousness of the entire race became that of the Orbs and, in time, amalgamated into a singular entity. This entity foresaw that which was to come and did what it could to prepare. It gave its consciousness flesh, forming a child named Armrond. This child grew and witnessed the beginning of the Second Cataclysm. As a warrior in the newly forged Order of Creon, he fought against the demonic forces which poured forth from the Dram Corial and, using the ancient blade Lightforge, singlehandedly defeated the Eachijjraz. The Dram Corial sank back into the vastness between planes, taking Armrond with it. None saw from him again.

Yet, to the surprise of the Order, a text created by Armrond surfaced that detailed the intricacies of many daemons and the inner workings of the Dram Corial. This relic was kept by the Order for centuries, up until the time Feyd Kerax was alive. Feyd was the second incarnation of the Orbs' consciousness and was born well before the Third Cataclysm--though he did indeed participate in it. The Dram Corial rose again and, armed with the First Orb of Kallduin, Feyd descended into its firey bowels with, as his forebearer, the blade Lightforge. He confronted the Eachijjraz and fought with it in an epic battle. As the tides turned against him, he unleashed the power of the First Orb and was drawn inside its recesses along with the great Eachijjraz. The Dram Corial did not sink again. The First Orb's power, and Feyd's distinctly human will, kept it in place so it might never be utilized again.

Spur's conception was not that of another incarnation from the Orbs, but it was close. The essence of his father--Feyd's soul--made itself reborn as a fresh entity; as Spur Kerax at the age of, roughly, ten. The story of his life from then onward has already been told, therfore, I shall not go back and detail it. Rather, I'll skip ahead to the point of his Transferral.

During the Fifth Cataclysm, the Third, and final, Orb was used to entrap the Zhirl Dram. Spur should have dissipated in the usage, though, for he was nothing more than the incarnated consciousness of the Orbs. Yet because of Korion Darshea--a human--using the Second Orb during the Fourth Cataclysm, the purity of the Orbs' purpose--to institute a Barrier against the Zhirl Dram--was tainted. Because of this, the consciousness needed something to protect in case of a breach. It poured itself over into the part of it that was still distinctly separate, Spur, and made itself wholly of the flesh. The raw power destroyed the human body, yet the consciousness of the body remained and reformed itself with the human will. Thus was Spur reborn and capable of freeing himself from the expanses of The Void.

As time passed, though, he learned much else. One strange little world he chanced upon was known as Azeroth and had many powerful beings who had the very currents of fate swirling about them like so many eddies in a river. Spur took interest in this and interfered, bringing himself into their lives. He saved one of the people--a powerful mortal warrior named Danath--from certain death at the raw energies of the planar expanses and brought him back from his wayward travels on another world to his own. Little did he know, though, that this was one reason for their destinies to surge about so. His own, too, began to surge at that point. Little did he know the subtle tears being made in the Barrier and the slow freedom the Zhirl Dram were acquiring. He would find out all too soon, though, the problems ahead for not only himself and his home, but for the entire cosmos.

Thus the story began...