At the dawn of time was Avalon, and Avalon was the cradle of humanity. Its cities were without equal, its wonders beyond counting. The princes of Avalon were proud, alas, and the gods punished their hubris with fire, wind and water, bringing the cities, the very mountains down on the heads of the people of Avalon, letting the realm down into the gorge of the ocean. Thereafter, the waters to the west have been known as the Ocean of Lost Souls.
It is written in the Book of Albrecht that in the distant past, men wore the guises of beasts and made war upon elves.
In the fifth milennium of the Sixth Age, there came Aegimoreans across the strait of Deccai, and they set up trading posts in the realm. Aegimoreans wrote the first records concerning the natives of Avation. They taught the men of Avation to work iron and build cities. And all was good.
Later came men from Aegimorea with the worm of sorcery in their brains, and the golden times were no more. As Aegimorea burned in the 55th century, so did Avation, and in its ashes fought and tumbled the hundred petty princes of sorcery, human and goblin lords. They raised castles and bred monstrosities. Centuries of despair ensued, relieved only briefly by the wise King Uther of the north.
At the eve of the 60th century of this Age, the Primarch Caius came forth from the east with a vast army, and smote down the petty lords of the west, man and goblin alike. He drove goblins underground and into the forest, whence, forever after they might only emerge at the peril of their lives. Primarch Caius imposed the order of the Cargan empire on the realms now known as Avation and Clemencia, and once more the land was at peace.