Long ago, before the first humans saw the light of prime suns, the fey were a single race. These creatures, myth to some, nightmare to others, were a chaotic race of fundemental powers; those of nature and fertility, life and death, enjoyment and sorrow. The Outer Planes were much different from what they are today, unformed… hardly a Great Ring at all. Only a few eons before, the Blood War had spread from the lower planes, and deities still walked the prime, creating races in their own images...spawning a fresh breed of gods, who would one day take over.