Ereya

update July 2023: Probably no one's noticed, but for posterity's sake, this project has been dead for a while now. Turns out pure worldbuilding isn't as fun as writing stories. But I'm stabbing the metaphorical corpse with an iron rod, cranking the electricity to maximum and resurrecting the thing! Which I'm going haul into my website. Which I will make. Probably.    (Look at that cyclical ending!)  

Every ending is a new beginning.

  From the smoking shells of cities, survivors emerge to build a volatile society after a catastrophic war that pruned ancient lineages and families that had ruled for generations–the promised Third Apocalypse. But, whether by luck or cunning, a few houses live to form a duplicitous alliance.  

We have rebuilt. We have recuperated. And we have learnt nothing.

  Their descendants struggle to retain influence in this new world, each vying for control over the last vestiges of hospitable land. They fight with armies and seduction and magic powered by the very source that had wiped out all life on a continent. Creeping towards their lands, lightstorms–ethereal rains of light that turns steel soft as chalk and twists humans into monstrous beings–grow ever stronger and destructive.  

They whisper that the Fourth Age approaches, one that humanity will not live to see.

 

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