All that is known for certain is that Humans, the youngest race, first sailed to Aughmoore from far away. The specifics of their homeland have been lost to time, but there are those who maintain that they are not native to this world. Pointing to the design of their water and aircraft, the few that have preserved the old ways claim their extraordinary vessels once traveled amongst the stars. Regardless of its exact origin, Human civilization has shown an unprecedented explosion in economic and cultural growth in its new home.
The originally nomadic Humans discovered an affinity for the open plains, and their territories now delineate the far-reaching meadows of Aughmoore. Families sit by firelight for hours contemplating the unobscured night sky as their children share their dreams of one day becoming a Paladin, a Human conduit of light and righteousness. Perhaps the spiritual connection they feel with the boundless heavens is indeed evidence that they once traversed the interstellar beyond.
This history has become tiresome, though, to the many Humans who now bathe in the luxuries of Mana. Goblets overflow in taverns with deep red wines artfully crafted from the finest meldings of sorcery and horticulture. Crops are as much conjured as they are cultivated, and the bounty is often lush and plentiful enough to invoke impressions of an agricultural empire in even the smallest settlements’ fields. Before the smoke rising from sacked villages clouded Aughmoore’s skies, Human farmers ate like kings, and their royalty feasted like the Gods themselves.
War has fallen on Aughmoore, and the life of the king has been claimed by the murderous Elven Shadow Guild. With no heir named to the throne, preparation for impending battle now falls to the people. As mysticism is retrofitted for war, citizens of the Human alliance have reclaimed the old ways, harvesting their yield by sweat and stamina. Keepers of archaic naval tradition and members of the religious order alike have been called upon to defend the development of mankind. They strengthen their bodies and minds, ready to meet the contentious races that threaten their distinguished evolution with justice and swift, irrevocable retribution.
Glory and gluttony return for Aughmoore’s youngest race! Laelithar knew he was wise to withdraw his aid from the other races before the wars began. Now with control over all the farms and fields in the land, Humanity alone eats and drinks bountifully, ignoring the famished moans of those that remain of the other races, dying outside the Humans' high walls.