The world of Embrasyl is currently in a period of considerable peace. But just because the inhabitants of the world are content to be at peace and get along, the elements themselves are always in flux. Will the economic and diplomatic alliances survive, if the elements themselves go to war?
At the beginning, there was only Darkness—vast, empty, patient.
Until the moment the Dawnmother, a luminous goddess of fire and rebirth, appeared carrying a single spark cupped in her hands. She called this spark Embras, meaning “Hope.”
But the Darkness sought to snuff it out.
To protect Embras, the Dawnmother scattered its light into the void.
The sparks became stars—yet one spark fell larger, brighter, and landed in the empty gulf.
From that divine spark grew a world: Embrasyl.
The Dawnmother shaped the land with her hands, oceans with her tears, and living beings with her breath.
When she was done, she placed the remaining flame at the world’s core as its eternal heartfire.
Her last act was to scatter her four children across the continents to watch over creation.
Veyrax, eldest child of the Dawnmother, tended the land of rebirth and fire.
Volcanoes, fertile plains, and elemental upheaval define it.
Karethe, the second child, guarded the deserts formed when Darkness tried to reclaim the spark.
The red sands are said to be stained with the ashes of that battle.
Iskan, the third child, embraced cold and stillness to contain pockets of lingering Darkness.
The frozen continent keeps the old shadows locked beneath its ice.
Talandra, the youngest, shaped fertile lands and served as guardian of the Dawnmother’s cycle.
A continent of seasons, growth, and balance.
As told in the oldest written histories - Temple of Ithramor, Ashenton Isle