History

Long ago...

...when the Ancients were at the height of their power, their influence spread across much of the world. Their magic was beyond anything known in the present, as it was woven into everything that they created and even into their daily lives. Little else is known about the people because it was their abuse of power that led to their downfall, the destruction of their land, and the flight of what remained of their people. Whatever it was, the isle from which the main seat of power was sent to slumber and left to ruin, as were many of the Ancients structures. These glimpses of the past are often found in blackened stone across the lands, and on the Ancient’s Isle, Malacti, while avoided, the ruins can be seen by those that stray too closely. None dare step foot on the Unwoken Isle, as the few that do return are never the same.

The fall of the ancients gave rise to new empires and lands divided over time, with borders shifting and erasing, until the present time stepped forth, born from millennia of much strife and turmoil into a new age that has brought a new hope of peace between the many peoples, even if it is only temporary. The lands now prosper, trade crawls across them, and the people travel, eager to see the world.

Present...

A new era of exploration has come to the known world. After much strife abroad, the machinations of a dark force has been put to an end with the quieting of Maelstrom's Heart, known as the Isle of Storms. The long-reaching effects of the tower's rage have finally settled, and its storms are no longer making the outer reaches of the Endless Ocean unsafe and unpredictable to travel. Now, no longer contained to their own lands, adventurers, explorers, and exiles have finally, for the first time in a very long time, been able to travel away from their lands and across the ocean.

Landing in the far reaches of the world, in a land previously unknown to them, they have discovered a strange new land with people just as strange. These people are locked in a conflict over this land; factions from the reaches of this new continent fight against each other for control of this place and welcome the possibility of new allies.

The Sundering...

It all began quietly, nobody knew until the stars were out, but the Alva were the first to notice. Sailors floundered at Sea. For each it meant something different...

For the Seutai that bent to their telescopes to map the skies and futures, there was a rift through the fate of the world, a scar of missing stars that stretched from horizon to horizon. It was terrible omen, sending a panic through the monasteries, riders and messengers sent in all directions.

For the Shamans of the Sylvan tribes, it was a calamity of the constellations, the great Serpent was missing, it no longer wound it's way across the sky. The scales no long shone for those that were not taken by another spirit, it's gleam was lost in the heavens. The Great Serpent was a constant, a formation that could be relied on... The fact that it was missing was almost cataclysmic.

And for the Aphos, the missing stars were noticed, and met with a celebration. The void they sought, the serpent had found it and slithered it's way into the dark at long last, heralding great change within the realms of the world.

So what will you do now that you have traveled to this new land?

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