The Awakening and subsequent age were chaotic and dangerous. Millenia had passed since these days of struggle but now, more than ever, times seemed bleak. The defeat of the Coalition had shattered its people’s will and with the infrastructure in tatters it seemed that a return to the times of turmoil were at hand. During the Schism many lifeforms had been wiped out, entire bloodlines extinguished and races of all shapes and sizes expunged from the world never to be seen again. Generations had come and gone as the age faded from memory and into stories, but not all had been lost. 
Some that awoke at the beginning were not like the others. For every million sentient beings considered typical there was one that was not. These anomalies had wandered the world for millennia, timeless and evading death wherever it came for them. They had remained silent, choosing to hide amidst history but now they felt an inescapable pull. Slowly these mythological figures came together and formed a power base that would rebuild the Coalition and harness the differences between its people. The Primarshals had lived through it all and now, their knowledge and power would be used to take control and began their mission to reform the alliances lost in defeat.