Aralath

An ancient world where old magic still has power for those who can find within themselves its mystery, and reach it. It is a world that lives, its own soul the oldest of all things. It is a world that rests upon the spirit world as a house rests upon its foundations, and yet there are times and places where one may step from one to the other, and that power called magic blazes forth in undiluted strength.   And here in the world of matter still walk the Ashani, their footsteps echoing in the Otherworld from which they come, lost in the beauty of this world even as shanathar, the Sorrow, eats away at their hearts. Less and less hope do they find now in the counsel of their great priestess, the Selviliya , and less do they laugh in the growing cold of the days.   Night slowly approaches and shadows grow long. The two days of darkness that come on the winter solstice, Longest Night, grow more terrifying, and the distant memory of Longest Day across the year brings little cheer. Whispered rumours abound of darker things encroaching on the living world. Legends and fairy-tales perhaps...but perhaps not.