The Dawn of Peace

In the receding tide of the Hybernian annihilation, Forest Lords and Mountain Kings bestowed upon Mortal Champions of surpassing honor and virtue and wisdoml, certain boons and blessings. Treasures of the ancient days and wonders newly made. That they might beat back the remnants of the Hibernian scourge and restore light and peace and safety to the Realm of Mortals.

Across many lands these heroes, so empowered, forged in their times great kingdoms of light. Lands of prosperity, where flowed the milk of human kindness. Where in wisdom the bitter was made bearable. Kingdoms that nurtured character and worthy values and true-hearted honor and truth and glory for all. And in so doing established a golden age for mortal-kind. Where in time, so deep in lore and wisdom grew they that they merited the recognition of the very spirits of creation.

Thus was the establishment of the Great Pacts. Those binding and eternal promises and agreements. Sacred oaths of Mortal Kind pf such majesty and power that thenafter and evermore the spirits would grant them an investiture of their own grace. The magic of making. The spark of all things.

The dark magic of sacrifices and demons whose secrets the Hybernian Imperium commanded were lost to time. Their dark and terrible truths cleansed from the mortal world. And the honest and fair magic of offering and willing service given in joy for the service of others waxed mighty and potent. And all things flourished and the land restored and made whole throughout all the realms of mortal men save the quietude of Hybernia, where none dwelt and the land patiently waited and forgot.