The History of Agora
Agora like any continent has a vast and far reaching history, rich with turmoil, tyranny and revolution. From the arrival of the Elves only 500 years ago, to the first Dwarven Kingdom settled by Ky'Dren nearly six thousand years before. The deep and complex history of this land is one of victoy, sadness, loss and also joyous freedom. Learn more of the many Kingdoms of man, the vast and deeply seeded customs and religion of the dwarves, and the plight of the lost Elves of Drindellia.
The Human history of Agora
Little is known of the coming of humans to the shores of Agora. As far as anyone is concerned, humans have always been here and always will be. Indeed, human history stretches far within Agora, to a time before the elves and dwarves, a time lost to the ages. During the days of Whill of agora, four kingdoms of man exist within Agora.

Uthen-Arden: From the ashes of the great war between the kingdoms of Uthen and Arden came the treaty of Uthen-Arden wrought by the surviving lineage of the warring kings of the day. The story of Uthen-Arden is one of tragedy and love, unity in the face of war.
 What is now Uthen-Arden had at one time been made up of more than twelve small kingdoms, constantly battling for power. As the years passed and lands were taken by war, two kingdoms rose above the rest, Uthen and Arden. After a bloody war between the two, they finally ended the strife and outlined their borders in the Uthen-Arden Peace Treaty. The kingdom of Uthen spanned from what was now the Isladon border and the existing mountain border of Ky’Dren eastward to the center of the Thendor Plains. The kingdom of Arden extended from the plains border, to the easternmost coast of Agora. Beyond the Elgar Mountains, including what was now called Elladrindellia. 
The two kingdoms lived in peace for nearly four hundred years until war broke out between them once again. The great war of Uthen-Arden raged for more than thirty years, during which time children were born to both kings: Adolas, son of the king of Arden and heir to the throne, and Bryella, daughter of the king of Uthen, an old man who had yet failed to produce a son of his own. In the midst of the war, a secret love affair arose between Aldolas and Bryella, and it happened that when both kings fell in battle on the Thendor Plains, Aldolas became king of Arden. Shortly after he called an end to the war and took Bryella as his queen, combining the two great kingdoms into one, now called Uthen-Arden, though many referred to it simply as Arden.
Isladon: Isladon had established itself long before the wars of Uthen-Arden. The borders that exist now along the Ebony Mountains and down to the coast were made years before either great kingdom came to power. Though many attempts had been made to overtake Isladon, none had succeeded. 
Eldalon: Eldalon is the oldest and possibly strongest of the four kingdoms of men. This is mostly due to the mountain borders and the Ky’Dren Pass, against which many armies had marched and been defeated. Unlike all other kingdoms, Eldalon maintained an alliance with the dwarves. According to legend, this amiable relationship dated back to the time when the king of Eldalon gave the great mountains back to the Dvarves after it had been taken by what was at the time the kingdom of Gothneck. The mines of the Ky’Dren were rich with gold and diamonds, and the dwarves thought a man who would give back such a treasure must be of the most noble kind. They never forgot Eldalon’s kindness and fought alongside it every time the Ky’Dren Pass was challenged.
Shierdon: Most major towns of Shierdon were built on the edges of Lake Eardon. Lake Eardon is more than 150 miles across, with a large island, Belldon, taking up the middle. Belldon is more of a fortress than a town. In the early days, during the war between the kingdoms, the people of Shierdon could retreat to Belldon and find safe refuge, for no army in the history of Agora had ever overtaken the island fortress. As people settled and spread throughout Agora, there were often wars waged over land as each king fought to increase the size of his own kingdom or take over another. Many times Belldon had saved its people, being virtually inaccessible but by boat. 

The Dwarven History of Agora
 Ky'Dren: Below is an excerpt from Whill of Agora in which Fior, a holy dwarf among dwarves tells the tale of Ky'Dren.

“Six thousand years ago, on the vast green surface world, a great dwarf by the name o’ Ky’Dren was born.”
He paused for effect as his deep melodic voice echoed throughout the cavern. Near him four dwarf children stood as still as stone, looking up wide-eyed at the storyteller. They had of course heard this tale a hundred times, but only rarely did they have the pleasure of hearing it from the mouth of the gifted Fior.
“Before the time o’ Ky’Dren, our people lived on the surface, on the neverending rolling fields o’ green we called home. We were aimless creatures, broken into many tribes; many o’ us fought amongst ourselves as with the humans. Always were we at war, ever threatened by the horrible dragons. But our gods sent us a prophet, a messiah—indeed, the greatest dwarf that ever lived!” 
Fior paused as the crowd bellowed “Ky’Dren” in unison.
“The gods spoke to Ky’Dren, and bestowed upon him the ability to move stone with only a thought. ‘Go to the mountains,’ the gods told him, ‘for within them lies the most beautiful o’ our creations, buried by the jealous and evil gods. Defeat the dragons, find and free our riches, and forever shall ye live within the Mountain o’ the Gods.’”
He paused once again as a slow beat was taken up by the many drummers. “And so Ky’Dren and his many followers went to the great mountain range now named after him, and there Ky’Dren and his people carved out what would become the first halls of our ancient city.”
​Fior went on for more than an hour, recounting the many battles those ancient dwarves had faced, and the grandest of all stories, how Ky’Dren had single-handedly killed five dragons—no small feat, even for a small army. Throughout the entire gathering Whill watched and listened keenly. All about him he saw a proud and noble people, listening intently to the stories of long-gone kings and heroes. History was the backbone of the dwarf culture, a great pride of the race that had come so far. Their faith was stronger than Whill had ever seen among any people he had ever met. The peace within the eyes of those he looked upon—those who dedicated their lives to the greater good, those with the knowledge that their actions would undoubtedly find them a place within the Mountain of the Gods—gave Whill a feeling of great longing for a faith so strong, so resolute. 
Ky'Dren's Legacy
What Ky'Dren had given his people was more than a purpose, more than a Kingdom, he had given them a home, unity. With the passing of Ky'Dren and the expansion of his people came more exploration and the taking of many a mountain range. His line retained the ability to move stone wth thier minds. 
The Elven History of Agora
 The elves came to Agora in the year 4650, five hundred years before Whill was born. Their story was one of great loss and suffering. They had lived in a land called Drindellia, far to the east. They had thrived there for tens of thousands of years and had built great cities within. The books then told of a great foe, the Draggard, who were created through the evil works of the Dark elf Eadon. Using what people call magic, but the elves call Orna Catorna, he combined an unborn elf with a dragon egg, in the hopes of creating a powerful breed of elves. The Draggard had the shape of the elves, but in appearance they resembled dragons. Their skin was dark green and was rough and scaly upon their backs. They had hideously sharp teeth and claws, and strong thin tails that could whip or impale a man. They were stronger than elves, but like them they lived long, dying only from injury and not age. Like their dragon kin, the Draggard also laid eggs, which was where they found their real strength: great numbers. A queen Draggard could lay thousands of eggs a year. 
Eadon proclaimed himself lord of all Drindellia, and with his followers and the Draggard began a bloody war against King Verelas, ruler of the Elves of the Sun. The war raged for nearly 110 years. The Draggard were many in number, but the elves were skilled in body and in mind. Slowly the elves were pushed to the west of Drindellia, where they were to make their final stand. It was then that Verelas sent a great number of his people over the sea, in hopes that even if the war was lost, the race would not perish. Across the sea and into unknown lands went one thousand elves, and with them Verelas’ wife, Queen Araveal; their three daughters, Zilena, Avriel, and Kiella; and their only son, Zerafin. The king insisted that he stay and fight with his fellow elves, though the queen begged him to leave. He told her to go and find a safe land where the elves might prosper again and live in peace. That day a fleet of ten great elven ships left Drindellia forever and as the land faded from sight, the Draggard army could be seen advancing upon the beaches.
For five long months the elves sailed ever westward until they reached Agora. They landed on the easternmost coast of Uthen-Arden, and made contact with the people of Opalmist. Soon the ruler of Arden at that time, King Thoerolus, heard of the refugees and went personally to see them. Whill knew many songs in both human and elven tongues that spoke of the meeting of the queen of the elves and the good king of Arden. The king agreed to help the elves and he gave the southeastern land the elves called Elladrindellia. Since then the elves had lived there quietly and built great cities the likes of which had never been seen in Agora.