In the smoldering aftermath of the Great War, as the earth still trembled with the memory of the Darkwave and the air carried the scent of charred stone and grief, the surviving leaders of the Elves, Dwarves, and Orks met in the blackened ruins of Bati'Ma, once the proud capital of the Bati.
Bati'Ma-shattered and hollow-was chosen deliberately. There, beneath collapsed spires and fractured obsidian arches, surrounded by the very consequences of unchecked ambition, the races signed what would become known as the Pact of Ashes.
It was not trust that brought them together, but the collective horror of what they had narrowly survived. In the shadow of devastation, they vowed: never again.
The Car Ah, believed extinct, were mourned as tragic victims of the Bati's madness. The lost Orkish tribe was commemorated in a single stone pillar raised amid the ash, inscribed in a dozen languages, their name already fading from memory.
The alliance forged there, brittle at first, endured. It evolved over centuries into councils, treaties, shared cities, and-eventually-peace. Eight thousand years passed