Hewsdun, 33rd Malale, 232 4E
nce the world was full of legends of heroes wielding both blade and magic, of those few chosen by the gods to hold their power. Stories of fire and smoke, ice and lightning, death and life. Through the centuries these mythical figures have channelled the wrath and justice of the great beings that sit above, watching as we mere mortals live out our lives, brandishing their holy might as they clash throughout the lands of Eorin. Their deeds are both praised and damned as their tales are told around the fires. Over generations that is what they became, myths and fables told by old men to entertain on cold nights.
ut then the Nightfall proved us wrong. In one night of pure terror, when the sky was ripped into pieces and burning stars fell to the ground, all we knew of the world we lived in changed. That magic of legend was now no longer a story. Over the next six years it poured out of rifts in the sky to mutate, corrupt, and consume all it touched. With it the monsters crept into our world to stalk the lands, bringing destruction and death to those they fell upon. Before long people discovered how to harness the magic and manipulate for their own use, be it for good or evil.
ight now the world is starting to heal, to recover. Across Eorin people have found ways to survive, rebuild, and start to prosper again. After more than two centuries of death and turmoil, hope is on the horizon. As everyone tries to find the new balance in the continent, opportunities arise for those willing to take them. The wilderness left by the beast of the night begs to be retaken, the power structures that crumbled in the chaos have left a void to be filled, and the ever-present call of magic whispers in the ears of those both strong and weak of heart.
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