Arris

"Faith has failed us. From the first civilization to the ash and dust it left behind, all that we have strived for, has only lead us to the brink, and it is at this brink, that the final chapter of our world is told. In the ancient proverbs, such a time was refered to as 'the Arrisian Tale'. The final, scuttled wailing of life, as it marched to its finality." -Aikenholdt Marshal Terraph   For millenia our people have spread and grown, stories and myths, legends and facts, all striving forward. The ancient world of Ikir, the great hyms of Arahd, and the fettered regime of Khatir. Each step, a new era of war and chaos. Society was built to house our cruelest leaders, and victory at all cost was the only path for survival.   In the world of Arris, all the kingdoms and all the creatures vie for survival in a dieing world, where food and supply, where talent and hope, have been rung dry. Science and Technology are long forgotten, there echoes still resounding in the destructive power that have fueled whichever kings and men have wielded them.   The apocolypse was not vicious and quick. It is slow, and endless.