Legend has it that there was once weapon so terrible that it even struck fear in the hearts of the Gods. Its name was Ahnakatti, which in the ancient language translates roughly as "Deity's bane." The immortals sealed it away in the heart of Jaharaah, hoping that its vengeful wrath may never find another being. For ages, all went well. Ahnakatti was never discovered during those years... but little did the Gods know that it was simply biding its time.

Centuries later, it called out to a human-- a human who wanted nothing more than to save his homeland from bloodthirsty demons. With the help of the powerful Ahnakatti, he succeeded in driving them away. However, he befell a horrid fate; the human who sought peace among his people became a slave to the very weapon which banished his enemies.

The Gods could not allow this. The hero had saved Jaharaah-- he should not have had to suffer such a gruesome destiny. They summoned the mighty dragons, who fought a devastating battle against the human. In the end, the beasts won, although the human's life was lost. Drowned in despair, all races-- human, elf, dwarf, dragon and God alike-- prepared a kingly burial for the hero. In the midst of their grief, they failed to notice that Ahnakatti was missing.

And to this very day, Deity's bane is still lost. But many have claimed to hear its voice... a call that is both tempting and fatal.