Corofin

The year is 1139. 1139 years since the planar gears were sundered to prevent the collision and merging of several outer planes, a plot orchestrated by Khatesh, the Primal Chaos. Corofin, once a great conduit through which magic ran like water through a river, was cut off from forces both arcane and divine as the planes fell out of alignment. Corofin descended into an age of darkness.   All across Corofin new forces rose from the ashes of civilizations that had lost everything, left shattered and forgotten. No longer held at bay by illusions and abjurations, the mundane bloodlines seized the opportunity to make the vast lands now left unclaimed their own. Almost the entire northern continent was conquered by the Blackrock Clan. Great cities were founded, Aurelion, which became the capital of Dun Mannis; Belatryss, which became Brauss when it was overtaken by the Free Peoples of the Forge; and Mayim Ra, built on the bones of a race long gone.   Over time things settled, if only because the Blackrock clan closed Dun Mannis off from the rest of the world after being being pushed back one too many times. The other states on the northern continent flourished, and Dun Mannis became impressively self-sufficient. Farming and mining became highly regulated and a strict and extensive set of laws naturally developed. Across Corofin research into magic was discouraged for fear that it could upset the balance and push the mundane bloodlines back into the dirt. In Dun Mannis it was banned outright, punishable by death.   Now in the cloistered, authoritarian state of Dun Mannis, few can remember the old stories of gods and sorcerers and even fewer believe them. Whispers of magic are quickly silenced by the Veiled Eye. Yet rumors of a secret society with insight into the arcane arts have been unusually resilient as of late. Perhaps they hold the key to restoring magic and overthrowing the rule of Lord Collmere. The statesmen are worried, the people are restless. All they need is someone to rally behind...