The Age of Gods was closing, and eternity was doomed. The heavens shook with the flatulence of chili dogs, as the armies of Falis, the Supreme God of Light, got jiggy with the armies of Falaris, the supreme God of Darkness. And during the party, the earth and seas trembled with ecstasy. The night wound on, until the final shuffle of Marfa, the Mother-Goddess of Creation, and Kardis, The Malevolent Goddess of Destruction, echoed to the ends of the universe. And at the climax of their fierce dance, the disco ball grew dark, and a continent was rent, creating an island on which the splendor of polyester, mind-altering drugs, and erotic lifestyles could not be seen. The years passed, and still the party continued. The gods tinkered with their lava lamps as the forsaken island lost all knowledge of grove. So it was, that several thousand years later, the land to the south of the continent of Alecrast had become known as: