The land of Weyland lay like a wounded beast, torn and battered, as it tried to heal from the vicious internal struggles that had followed the banishment of the Iawah, the Fallen Ones by the Creator. With the Serpent Gods, as they had styled themselves, toppled there came those that would replace them. These warlords came from both the Nephilim and the race of Man.
At first the contestants were many, but eventually there came to be an understanding between the Nephilim that regardless of who was the final winner of this contest they, the sons and daughters of the Iawah, must be the ones the ones who ruled this world. So they banded together and began to systematically destroy their enemies.
Their method's were not subtle, in fact they were brutally simple. They would move into a village or town in mass during the darkest hours of night and round up as many of the unfortunate inhabitants as they could and kill any who didn't swear immediate fealty to the Nephilim. It was a strategy of unrelenting terror.
It did not take long for word of what the Nephilim were doing to reach the far corners of Weyland. As the Nephilim made their way across Weyland with their conquests, the situation did not look good for the race of Man. None of the human warlords could inspire their followers to strike back at the Nephilim, they were too terrible a foe to be vanquished by one people. Grimly the different towns and villages began to prepare themselves for their own visits by the apparent new masters of Weyland.
Into this time of blackness a man appeared. His call was as simple as the Nephilim's tactics, "Join together, or we die alone!". His name, of course, was Bas and he would later be crowned as the first High King of Weyland. No one knew for certain where he originally hailed from. All that was known was that he rode from the East alone, riding a frightful and wondrous creature that he called an Aybeer....