Enomia

Enomia. A prosperous land waiting for those willing to expand upon what little civilization has managed to plant itself on the continent. The lands have known relative peace in the past 500 years of written history, but those days were lost in the Great Sear that Burned the lands in every direction. The Divine Plane briefly touched the Mortal Plane, and the pure energy and will of the gods has seen the land changed forever. Men saw their friends and family change before their eyes, taking the form that closer resembled their gods. Excess energy flowed through the population, creating sorcerers, especially around The Scar, the island where the Great Sear began. Others could study this new magic to learn its properties.   The world now sits at a precipice, a changing of the age. The formation of future society will be made by those brave enough to take the reigns of near disaster. Perhaps, by you.