Talinost

Once the world was full of magic, it was used freely and without consequence, The Magi who ruled over what came to be known as the Time of Glory were treated as living gods. By their side were the Clerics, the messengers of the true gods, who, drawn in by the Majis power and promises of glory in this life rather than the next, pronounced them the chosen rulers of the lands, and together they ruled unopposed.   But soon the gods grew weary of the falsehoods being peddled by the clerics and the worship that was theirs by right bring given to the magi. One by one the gods turned from the people's of the world, and as they did the magic began to work differently, suddenly without the gods there to keep order and hold back the monsters at the edges of creation, magic began to have a price.   And so was born the Age of Pain. All across the land accidents were had as magic took its toll on the world. But none were so great as the one that happened at the capital, here as the price for what would have been the greatest working of magic man had ever seen a lake was turned to salt, and the life of every plant and tree was drained away.   But that was 400 years ago, the world is a new one now. Magic is a feared and respected tool that few can wield and even fewer choose to. Neither the gods nor their clerics have returned, none pray to them, none remember their names and most do not believe they ever existed.   Talinost is just now beginning to heal, the elder elves and the dwarven High chiefs, the one or two whose parents told them tales of the time of glory, say that the age of pain is coming to an end and that a new era will be upon us soon. It is up to the people of the world to decide what kind of era it will be.