Long ago, the goodly races of the world lived among monsters. Dragons swept down from ancient mountaintops, Giants raided villages, and hordes of Orcs laid siege to the Kingdoms of Elves, Dwarves, and Men. It seemed a losing battle - who could triumph against such powerful beings? But triumph we did. Using Magic, Faith, and cold Steel, we drove the monsters back to their holes and destroyed them. Many a hero made their name - or lost their life - driving back the darkness. And when it was done, the Dragons slain and the Dungeons emptied, a new golden age emerged.
Magic that had long been reserved strictly for survival became frivolous. Warriors bred for battle served as soldiers in pointless squabbles. With nothing to fear, the Gods were all but abandoned. One by one, the people forgot the struggle to survive against a harsh world. And for a time, they were comfortable.
But we live again in an Age of Monsters. Immense black portals into the twisting aether belch forth giant indescribable Horrors. Standing taller than any Giant, more powerful than any Dragon, the Horrors are killing machines made of bone and flame and darkness. A wave of destruction was unleashed upon our world. Forests burned and oceans boiled. The last remnants of civilization huddled together in fear of the next attack. The Horrors' slow but catastrophic march could not be halted by any magic, sword, or prayer.
In our desperation, we combined the three. Wizards and Priests of the highest caliber combined their mystical energies into gargantuan frames of stone and iron known as Titans. Large enough to face the oncoming Horrors, Titans were controlled from inside by seasoned warriors. The Titans became our only hope against the unspeakable wave of terror. Our doom is no longer inevitable. Our fate is in the Hands of Titans.
