Duskaria... a mysterious, frightening, but in its own way beautiful world! I'm sure that no matter where life takes me, I'll never forget the vaults of my native caves. That's where I grew up, that's where my family is, and that's where my heart will forever remain. My homeland is a vast, vibrant dungeon; only those who grew up in the darkness of the Duskari Caves can truly appreciate their beauty. We are called Baphomets, and this name is entirely accurate and borne out by the history of my people. But once upon a time we were completely different, then we lived on the surface, and magic was treated as something unattainable, accessible only to others, it was something dangerous and frightening for our ancestors, every sorcerer was like a terrible god, spells amazed with their power and complexity, even the simplest spells seemed something terrible. We were half-breeds of an ancient elven civilization that interbred with demons, making us outcasts for both peoples, strangers everywhere. It was the lust for power and might that destroyed our ancestors; their arrogance and pursuit of strength created something they could not control. The elven lord Kilidor conceived of something that would give the elves full control. And he succeeded, but instead of a great weapon, they saw only a destructive magical storm, magical winds destroyed cities without sparing anyone, the force of the storm dried up, sucking the life out of surviving creatures, many took refuge in the ruins of palaces and houses, but even there it became dangerous, the peoples of our world perished. However, there were those who rescued the survivors: a young sorceress named Mytheris, a fairy priestess named Sollea, and a formidable dragoness named Karadri.

They loved to travel and knew that life existed beyond the surface. Many followed them in search of salvation; the Duskaria caves were incredibly dangerous, and their inhabitants were not very welcoming to visitors. However, it was in the dungeon that the remaining peoples were able to find shelter from the storm, sealing the only entrance and cutting themselves off from the surface forever. Many followed Mytheris in search of salvation, but only the most stubborn found it; not everyone could adapt to the darkness and survive in caves filled with dangerous creatures. Having reached the end, the survivors discovered majestic caves with astonishing, massive crystal mountains growing from the ceiling; we now call them the Crystal Suns. And the trio of travelers became forever the heroes of Duskaria.