The origins of the first Lycanthrope are not commonly know, but most in Burgdalin believe in the stories taught by the Church of the Burg. This doctrine stated that the lycanthropes progenitor was the leader of a 'cult' that sought to strike down the first King of Burgdalin and free the people from the shackles of the 'Holy King's' rule.

However before their plan could come to fruition a member of the 'cult' abandoned their ways, defecting, and fleeing to the protection of the kingdom with the news that there was to be an assassination attempt on the kings life. Enraged by this betrayal the 'cult's' leader made a deal with an unknown goddess that in exchange for the strength to cut down their foes, they would become servants of the wild and they would eliminate that would do it harm. The leader then launched an assault on Burgdalin's capital, which grew into a several week long unrelenting attack.

In this grueling siege the 'cult's' warriors fighting slowly became filled with ever-growing furry and bloodlust, they became more and more powerful as the days went by. Until the final night of the siege. The kingdoms army awoke to a the screaming of a child that was quickly silenced, it came from inside the city walls. As the full moon rose, it was seen as hundreds of large beasts climbed and flew over the walls, descending all they came across, slaughtering indiscriminately and seemingly unfazed by all manner of weaponry. Cries were heard from those that had managed to escape screaming as their bones cracked, snapping in to new shapes, skin tore weaving itself a new, deforming the afflicted into monstrous beasts, the same that had attacked them.

Awaking to his kingdom in chaos the King found himself face to face with a growling, raving beast that had broken into his chambers and murdered his defenders. Valiantly King Charles drew his blade that was forged by the greatest smiths in the kingdom and blessed by the leader of the church. With a single strike from his sword he felled the beast. Laying on the ground the beast shrank, its fur falling away and its body reshaping itself into what resembled a young man, a young man once familiar to King Charles Delair Terre.

His son lay in front of him motionless, killed by his fathers hand, with the sigil of the 'cult' engraved on his body. That night the full moon stained red with the blood of the beasts King Charles slew. On that fateful night the kind swore that he would do everything in his power to eradicate this scourge that had infected his land, slaughtered his people, and brought terror to his land. On that night, the ever-raging war on the lycanthropes began.

Falyimoar (Fah-uhl-yi-mor) is one of 5 continents that populate the planet Astea and is commonly referred to as Burgdalin by the citizens of the Empire and some neighboring territories. Falyimoar is waterlocked on all sides with only small islands surrounding it. Legend tells of distance wildlands beyond the shores or Falyimoar with untold magics and riches to be found.

Many sailor and soldiers alike have attempted to brave the oceans surrounding the continent, but those that have survived leaving the safety of the shores tell of great storms and monsters in the deep, just waiting for them to approach before sucking their ship down to the bottom of the ocean, leaving hardly a ripple in the water. As if the ship had never been their at all.