Ghannha

The most recent history to pass was known as the The Time of Ashen Tears in the Age of the Forsaken. A new age has dawned and though historians and philosophers have yet to determine it's place, they know it to be a Lost Time. The Giants have long been gone. Humanity teeters on the brink of barbarism as the Others, young and old, draw their might and carve out the lands once lorded over by Men. The Breaking War followed too closely upon the Blessed Gift and has broken the empires of men, forever scarring the face of their lands. What once were a proud and noble people have been cast aside by their former masters, set adrift upon the seas of ambition and avarice.   The old Syrillian Empire is a land bereft of Men. Jagged, broken landscapes are fertile to the predations of Druid-crafted abominations. Their walled fortresses the last bastion of the Mage Lords who once ruled over manicured forests and beasts altered to serve their purposes.   The Trodian Empire, ever hungry to reclaim the Free Cities, wages an endless war against the Others in defiance of fate. It's Warlord, young, restless and ever judged, seeks stability in glory and honor in ambition. The Council plays out the strategems of retribution in a savage attempt to bring the wilds into formation.   The Kingdoms of the Free Cities hold fast to a floundering alliance, a desperate pact made to stave of the fate of the Empire of Flowers. Each distinctive and beautiful, they have thrown off the shackles of their former traditions and embraced the ingenuity and creative endeavors of Men, seeking to forge a new path. To each, an Angel sings it's guidance and sheds tears for their losses, felt as it's own. Yet their strictures and the end times of the Breaking War have lead some to embrace other spiritual entities and the politics of their Forum have, perhaps, been irrevocably altered.   The Lands of Jwallaen, the last steward of the Storm Lords, is vast. It spreads form the Crescent Seas west to the Salt Wastes, north to the Free Cities and south the the Horn of Thunder. The wars to the north have been noted but pressure from the Others has taken all the might of the sons and daughters of Jwallaen to contain. Stemming their tide has been costly and even the Lords of Jwallaen are suffering the price of maintaining their heritage.   Men struggle. They know now the firey hate of the Others, alone and unsheltered. They claim each day to be a gift, yet it may bring the joys of life or it's horrors.