Amberdrake looked down for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

"Power, of course," he chuckled, a touch wry. "The rallying point Ma'ar built his army around was superior breed theory... that people like me, with my brown skin, were decadent foreigners who needed to be taught a lesson. 'Taught a lesson' devolved quickly into 'wiped out', of course. That was the start of the war, anyway.

"It lasted over a decade... Ma'ar's real goal was world domination, but his grudge against my kind for not simply laying down and dying for the cause was palpable. He had similar hatred for gryphons, and tervardi, hertasi, dyheli, kyree... anything that didn't look like him or was created by him, honestly. And even that latter... he didn't treat the makaar very kindly, either. They were just his attempt at countering Urtho's gryphons.

"It was a war ultimately between two Adept Mages of such power that they could create entire races from scratch. Urtho stood against him, and we rallied behind him. But the world will never be the same, not in so very many ways."