Merrin is a world in silent turmoil. While the common man goes about his day without a thought to anything past his own cares, immense battles that span the planes go on all around him. The world is not quite old, but not quite new. It is the age when Primordials and Gods fight for control of the Created World. If mortals know anything of the raging battles that will determine their fate, it is only those few who dare to explore the far places of the world that reach up high or delve deep to touch the barriers of the planes, or the longer lived races, whose parents still remember the faces of the first of their kind to be created. Even then, from those few adventurers and races, only a handful of them have any real understanding of the blade’s edge that mortals’ fates hang upon. There is no clear victor yet in the great war for the Primordial’s creation, and there is little mortals can do but hope the scales of power remain tipped in their favor.