Tales Of Meralva

Prologue

Meralva, a world where the gods first tested their abilities. Infested by many races, many beasts, many evils. There were once many wars on its land, in its seas and over the skies. The world has been burnt, frozen, dried and soaked with blood. But the wars were only fought for so long. Soon enough, alliances were made, lands were surrendered and peace was established and harmony was attained in the world. Harmony across the races but not within for there was disorder in every land and disorder only grows if not stopped to morph itself into chaos.
But there was hope, for the an oracle had made a prediction.

"A child with a third eye,
Born from a land eternally dry,
And with his last cry,
All evil in the world shall die."

And so, the search for the child began. Hunters and warriors were sent from each land and each race to search for the three eyed child. This of course, made every country's defences weak. Since greed never dies, one weak defence meant war. And so, the world was plunged into chaos once more with open war from all sides. After many years of war, the cranial peninsula was declared neutral territory and if anyone was to attack it, was inviting an army from each participant of the war.

Since there was war, many people decided to pull a profit from it and so, many leagues of mercenaries were open for hire. But there were a few of them, 2 to be specific, whom all feared. The Crimson army and the Ivory league. Known for their destructive power, their price was high and they could only be hired by full countries.
This Era of War had been lasting for its 108th year when a child with an eye in his forehead was found wailing in the valleys of Anardene across the Uncharted Mist.