Long ago, lost now to the mists of time, there was a sphere of existence. It was the sum of creation, and it was known as The Realms. This was a thriving world. Empires rose and fell, kingdoms were created and conquered. Chaos thrived in the untamed vastness of this rich world, and Order carved a careful niche of its own wherever it focused its strength. In time, thanks to superior leadership, and perhaps Fate, Order's strength was magnified. Great wars raged across the realms. Chaos exploded on the austere face of Order, but could not hope to maintain its power. The untamed vastness was brought to heel under the eyes of Order. The Realms deteriorated...great cities crumbled and vast jungles rotted into harsh desert. Nothing remained in the end, of Order or of Chaos, for all was lost. For eons the once beautiful Realms drifted through the vast reaches, untouched by any hand of creation, till one day this forsaken sphere caught the eye of a god. It captured his imagination, and soon others followed. This place was given a name, the Barren Realms, for indeed, it was a cruel and unforgiving world, but slowly it changed. great cities were built and empires rose once more. The mortals of these Barren Realms cried out, and sought to make their dreams immortal. Immortals held their dreams in their hands, and strove to bring a balance to all that was. This is what the Barren Realms are made of: Dreams. There is a place for everyone here, and room enough for dreams of your own. The Realms may no longer be barren, but the name remains as a reminder to all. Forsake your dreams...stray too far, and all is lost. Welcome to the Barren Realms, where fate is in your hands. -Dryden