The Gods died...   Once there was a war none now remember when it began and few know why, yet still it has echoed through the course of history. A war between humans, and elves, and dwavres, giants, dragons, gods and other races besides; the whole world plunged into an eon of darkness until at last on the fields of Tarm the war ended and the races scattered across the land. The Gods' fell to earth and surendered to a mortal existence the power they had once possessed now deminished and their followers dead, but for one; one god who remained.    Time passed as time must and slowly the world healed, until at last once more the old wars were left to legend; and now only in legend can magic be found, the magic to summon forth heroes and weapons and curses from the long dead past: to call upon heroes sealed inside anicent relics; inside enchanted cards.    With the coming death of the king of the human nation Orgile the shadows of war begin to loom once more and the last god; with his final breath calls forth heroes from another world, thousands of them and gives them the task; save humanity save the world of Alneir and clame the throne of Orgile