Gardatia

Far beyond the windswept valleys of Carden, beyond the Moatuk mountains, past the silver waters of the Galan Sea, lies the Tsuland. A forest from the begining of the world, a forest from the begining of time with trees so large and so tall, the clouds obsure the tops and darkness bathes the forest floor. At it's center, the Resha Plateau stands ever tenatious, ever resolute. The remnents of the past, of a place older than time itself, and the origin of all lands after.   A single mother, with child in arms, treks forth into the black underbrush in search of this remnant. In search of the distant past, in hopes of sealing a forgotten malice. A malice sealed away by the Goddess...a seal long since broken.   The Goddess exists to keep the balance within the world, to keep the forces of magic that flow through the very soil and rock from ripping the world asunder. The seal on the Great Malice forced her into mortal form. Her control over the forces of nature, being such powerful magic and far too powerful for a mortal for to wield, were sealed away as crystals and scattered to the seven winds of the world. Without them, she is but a shell, a mortal who, through prayer, maintains the seal.   Centuries pass, and the sealing temple falls to foreign kings and the seal weakens. The Goddess passes form mortal to mortal with each vessel's death. But the Goddess tales have been erased from history and she is trapped, unawoken for generations.   The war of the Goddess; a struggle for power of the throne and the sealing temple. The search for the mortal vessel of the Goddess and her conduit of magic is the last precious attempt to seal the forces of nature and evil to rebalance the world.   The last remnant of that world, the sealing temple, stands firm atop the Resha Plateau. The final barrier to protect the new world born from the death of the last.