The Corceïs world used to be much, much different. Citizens initially weren't confined to living atop their floating islands. Once, they and their families had the whole planet beneath their paws and hooves, mainly relying on magic to survive.

That all changed the day the plague arrived.

A creature of mysterious origins emerged from the unknown… Its hide was drenched in viscous black ooze and dotted with jagged crystal growths. Wherever it walked, endless famine followed.

It preyed upon all it came across, attacking them, absorbing their magic, and thus infecting them with its corruption. It was determined to spread, dissolve, and assimilate until no other organism existed.

There was no way to stop it… The world, as they knew it, was doomed…

Five would rise to face this calamity: powerful corceïs of unimaginable skill: Callasta, Cameron, Gracen, Sienna, and Rowan.

The five gathered as many survivors as they could manage. Together, they would utilize every last ounce of power, down to their very bones, to lift the ground beneath their feet. They cleaved an immense landmass from the earth and placed their species' new haven home in the heavens above. There, the plague would never reach…

This legendary feat came at a heavy cost. Their material forms were overwhelmed by their power, transmuting them from the tops of their horns to the tips of their tails, rendering their forms permanently into solid crystals.

Callasta's stone carcass was left in its place at the very center of the land that would come to be called Postinen. His four companions were moved to other floating land masses that orbited the main island. Their spell continues to manifest beyond their passing, which keeps all of Corceïs society from falling into the plague below.

As for the world they left behind… No one is quite sure what is left. Two entire millennia have passed, and any prior knowledge was lost to the ravages of that time. It is widely suspected, however, that there is nothing left… Nothing that lives or breathes. The land beneath the clouds is cast in shades of dusty grey, an endless waste, and desert, with an unknown world surrounding it.

Others, more hopeful, believe the descendants of the abandoned unlucky few still fight for their very lives to this day.