The birth of the planet is much the same as any other; stone bathed in the power of cosmic fire, cooling to allow life. This world had one difference, the inclusion of strands of magic that surrounded the planet like a grid. These strands or fyres kept the planet still and slowed the development of any creature past the primate state. For millions of years, the planet existed this way, untouched by man. Until, it caught the attention of a mage on a distant world.

The Distant World was a land of technology. The mage, known only as First, had developed a great telescope and searched the heavens. Eventually her lenses fell upon the planet and could see the fyres even from galaxies away. Longing to harness this new power, as mages often do, she created a new contraption to take her to the New World.

As fast as possible, she got this artifact to work. Transforming herself into a ray of light, she sent herself to the New World and for the first time ever, a person walked upon its lush virgin surface. She discovered that the New World was covered with a net of magic, which she dubbed the Fyres. The strands of Fyre were not elemental, but a power source from which a person could draw magic. She named these Fyres: Tidal, Decay, Growth, Light, and Stone. Decades later, she had the rudimentarily understandings of the fyres and she had started to create at transport to bring friends to her, for she needed help with her research.

For better or worse, the First didn't truly understand the planet like she thought she did. While she had a basic understanding of the Fyres, she did not surrender completely to them. Her transport was a conglomeration of her old technology and the strands of Fyre she knew of now. Once the transport was created, she flipped the switch and the New World was forever changed.

The First did not count on a hidden Fyre: Chaos Fyre, as it was later named. She had learned early on that the Fyres were completely contradictory to technology and would seek to destroy it. (She had brought a few 'necessary items' with her that failed to function on the New World the first night she was here). She thought she had found the solution, but when the transport was triggered, Chaos fyre attacked the item and it exploded, out of control.

The resulting explosion sent a wave throughout the planet. The transport was out of control on a cosmic scale. Whole families of humans, elves and drow were plucked from their home worlds, and within a blink of an eye found themselves on the New World. Dragons were snagged from distant plains, as were strange races like the Phaerr and the Kemch. Orcs, kobolds and all manner of goblin-kin were conveyed here, from other times and other places. All were drawn from their homelands without a trace left behind.

Centuries passed, those that were brought to the New World found themselves trapped. No matter how they tried, technology past a simple water engine would not function, consumed by the protective Fyres. Eventually, they learned to work with the magic of the world, which was very strong.

Unfortunately, this was not to last. The transport, which was still working, suddenly and unexpectedly brought to the planet a large artifact from another world. A sky ship of immense size, filled with the technological wonders of the civilization that fashioned it, found itself placed directly upon the south pole. The fyres descended upon the skyship, defending their world against the corruption. Once more, there was an explosion of power that rippled through the entire planet.

The battle was not to be won by the Fyres this time, the web of magic shredded by the power of itself. Strands crossed, gaps ripped open within the web, and the chaos Fyre itself made matters worse. The rich power base of magic that the inhabitants had counted on was as unpredictable as the Chaos Fyre itself.

Over 3000 years have passed, and civilizations have grown. The people are again in tune with the planet. Some areas are rich with magic to this day, with all fyres strong and vibrant, others have almost no connection to the fyres at all. In some places, the people use the Fyres frequently and without thought, in others it takes years of study to tap into the weakest of strands. Very few people can actually harness the pure strands of Fyre, but some do exist. Every now and again, the Transport brings another to the world, plucked from the cosmos. If they arrive without technology, the New World accepts them into her plentiful lands.

At the base of the world, the Mystical Storm continues to churn. The fyres converge upon the remains of the skyship, fighting and battling for the natural order of the planet.

The land has been given a name, Rosha. The moons are Neimad and Lynae. It is the Year of Turmoil, 3204 vin. (A way the elves have kept track of the years after the start of the Mystical Storm.)