The Mists have always existed, in one form or another. They were here before the first piece of land was created, before the first mortal drew a breath. They were here when Karloff and Grbrthrxs ruled over the land. As time went on both Karloff and Grbrthrxs realized they could no longer rule over the same world together. A raging battle ensued, the details of which were lost to most. It is known that both of them fought with every ounce of strength and power they could muster. But they were too evenly matched. Eventually the land could stand the battle no more and with a blinding flash of light the realm mirrored itself. Grbrthrxs stayed to rule over the land of Alanthia and Karloff took the throne of the new land, a land he called Aabsolom.

To aid him in ruling this new land, the vampire Karloff gave immortality and godly power to a dragoness called Glory and to a talented wraith known as Fistand. Under their collective rule Aabsolom thrived and grew with the power of the Mists, which were the very essence of the realm itself. All seemed to be going well for the land and for Karloff, but unbeknownst to him at the time trouble was once again on the horizon. As Fistand's powers grew, so did his aspirations. A battle for control of the land had begun and rocked the very essence of the land. As the battle raged on, it became clear that Fistand's goal was not to take control of the land. That was merely a ploy used to divert Karloff from a much larger goal. When Karloff was caught up in battle, Fistand was able to acquire some of the life force of the land, a piece of the mist itself. Fistand left with his prize and  used it to create a new land which he could rule over. Thus was born Pendulus.

Karloff and Glory, while still maintaining control of their thrones, had taken some severe damage in the battle and and needed rest and healing. Karloff and Glory left Aabsolom to seek the rest they so needed. The mortals of Aabsolom walked the realm lost and confused about their futures, the future of their home and of their lost Gods. The Mists sensed this confusion and despair and took action. They pulled two new Gods from outside of the land to sit upon the thrones and help guide the mortals and revive faith. Anubis and Morrigan were these Gods. Anubis and Morrigan ruled with iron fists, making many changes within the realm. They breathed divine life into a mortal who had long ago walked the realm and gave him immortality, along with a new name. He was reborn as Vorador. It was these three Gods who brought about a new life path for the mortals and Vorador who chose the very first shaman the land had seen. But Vorador soon grew board with immortality and left, never to be seen within the mists again. Once the land was stable and growing more powerful Anubis and Morrigan decided to reveal to the realm who they truly were. The charade ended and everyone could see that where once Anubis and Morrigan had sat, Karloff and Glory were now in seated. Karloff and Glory had healed and decided to stay in their more recognizable forms from that day forward. But with Vorador gone, they once again needed help in the halls of gods.

They reached out to the lands of mortals once again and raised a gargoyle called Taros and then soon after a human of goodness the land desperately needed, Ged. As another Dragoness in the realm grew older, she soon learned of her divine blood. Bethaeni, daughter of Taros, ascended to serve the realm by her fathers side. Under their collective rule the realm grew stronger day by day. As the realm grew stronger, Karloff and Glory grew apart. Although they were once in love and longed for each other it became quite apparent that they could no longer stand one another for the rest of eternity. Karloff, claiming rightful control of the land, forced Glory out of the mists where she was never heard from again. But the void of her leaving took its toll on the land. Her power was missed and Karloff once again searched the mortal plane for what he knew was needed.

This time he found it in two capable friends: the mighty gnomad known as Bryn and a vampire warrior called Raxx. Neither Bryn nor Raxx were excited by the call of the Gods. Both enjoyed life as a mortal. Bryn enjoyed his ales and Raxx enjoyed shedding the blood of others on the battlefields of the land. But both heeded the call and rose to serve the land and Karloff.

Over time the mists continued to change and grow. And as they grew and changed, Raxx became more powerful. Soon, nothing could match his power. He then stood as an equal to Karloff, ruling by his side. During this time the mists searched out another mortal to serve the land, the sprite Katyia had ascended. The Mists were content for a while when the land grew and Mists became even more powerful. But history, as it is inclined to do, began to repeat itself. Karloff started to distrust many of his old friends. He attempted to overthrow the other gods even going so far as to lash out and destroy Bethaeni. Karloff, the God of the Underworld, sent his minions across the realm to destroy everything in their path as he struck down those Gods less powerful than he. Raxx knew he couldn't stand by and watch as his friends were destroyed by this vengeful, rampaging God. He grasped his Halberd of War and charged into battle. The war cry he bellowed shook the land as his halberd parried Karloff's sword. The battle that ensued was both awesome and terrifying. The two Gods matching each other blow for blow. While blocking and parrying Karloff's blows Raxx unsheathed the dagger of war and plunged the blade into Karloff's leg. As Karloff screamed out in pain and reached for the dagger impaled in his leg Raxx spun so quickly it seemed a blur. His blade stopping upon making contact with Karloff's throat. As many in the realm called for Raxx to finish Karloff, Raxx stayed his blade as he turned and walked away. Raxx had decided defeat was enough, he had chosen to show his old friend the mercy that Karloff never showed anyone else and left Karloff's fate to the Mists. The Mists however, were not as forgiving as Raxx. They began to swirl with a violence and intensity not seen in recent memory. Then in a blinding flash, they stopped. Karloff was gone. Banished by the very mists that once served him.

Raxx sought to right some of the wrongs Karloff had done. With a wave of his hand the dragoness Bethaeni flew out of the 'Eye of the Dragon' once again, bringing hope back to the land. Raxx brought forth two Archangels to help him shape this new land. Tegg, an old mortal friend rose to lend a hand. And a new face to sit on a throne once belonging to someone Raxx respected and trusted unconditionally. The throne of Lord Ged was to be filled by a new God of Light. Aredhel was chosen to fill this post. Katyia, with Karloff gone, shed her appearance of balance and embraced the darkness that was her heritage. Lastly Eibbor, a gargoyle/elf half-breed was chosen to rule over the dream world.

The land was peaceful once again, but something was different. The Mists radiated with a power unknown before. They didn't serve Raxx, nor he serve them. Instead it seemed that Raxx and Mists had become one. Together they sought to make a better world for the mortals within it.

Thus was the realm of Ancient Mists born.