Eons agone, Ulgrotha was a world rife with gods and their adherents - the Second Coming of Men are what gave them their titiles. What befell this pantheon, as the Nerathilords made their golden order? Alas, it is the nature of beasts to forget, and of Gods to be forgotten. The cataclysmic upheaval and strife that has severely hamstrung the progress of civilization. Mayhap they left. Mayhap they slept. Mayhap they devoured and were devoured in turn. Those few who remained spread roots, spun webs, molded this world to meet them and theirs. There a land of many Gods once. Hundreds. Now, echoes of a time on the edge of forgetting...