Etheria

I speak for the historians on our gods' green planet. Etheria is a world of tremendous beauty unlike any other. Our roots in it's history are deep, the constructions of ancient empires past tower over the lands. Standing there for well over tens of thousands of years. And we have no knowledge of them. The year is 3567 K.E. (Known Era). Everything before the very first year of the Known Era is a mystery to us. No written records. Just ruins, and fossils. There's only so much we can extract from our history as a people with just this. No one has true knowledge of the era past, just myths. Not a single soul on this rock lived in the era past, not even the oldest sages and elves. All that's left are myths, tales, and children's stories. "Dragons, Spirits, Devils, Snake People, Undead? Magic coming from nature? The existence of magic out of the hands of those gifted, studied, and talented? Ha, sure! What jokes..." That's what we all said. What we all had said. Until those unworldly pillars, The Obelisks, appeared. No, they may have appeared from no where, but they did not "appear." They "descended." Like a god decending upon Etheria with their grace, and at the same time like a plague decending upon a kingdom. The abundant of magic that's been coming into our world because of the Obelisks is both a blessing and curse. It has given us countless gifts for the past 3 years. It's also given us countless beasts, destruction, and pure and unnatural evil. I'm sure each of you have experienced it too. Just a friendly reminder to each of you, whatever they brought you here for, whatever purpose they have for you, just remember what those things have done to our beautiful Etheria.