Abyssal Sundering

Disaster / Destruction

The oceans around Valerick boiled, bubbled and foamed. The sky turned black and streaked with red and orange and purple. And the land belched forth bile and hate and wild dark energies. Then came the demons. Our mistakes, our errors, are grave flaws returned to us in blood and violence.

It has been almost 700 years since the Sundering, and the land still bears the scars. Wild magic runs rampant in some regions, Abyssal taint in others. Dragons all but disappeared, the few that had survived the Legendary Draconic Wars. Only the Empress Theodora, gifting her soul to dark powers in an act of ultimate sacrifice for the greater good, and nine of the most powerful shamans, one from each nation, casting a spell for three weeks straight, with the aid of broken armies launching suicidal attacks from Nightvale's walls and lands to push to the wells of power, the capitals of each nation, managed to push the tide back and force the Daemons out. But even that didn't force them all the way out. The veil is thinned and in some spots near non existent.   But we did it. The cost was horrendous. horrifying, unspeakable. But we held. Humanity held. However the seven Daemon Lords of the Abyss, the embodiments of our terror, our failings and our hubris, ever press the doors. And they don't just try and force. They try to tempt, to trick, and to bargain.   But yet we continue to grow, rebound and thrive. 182 years it has been since the last nation, Suranth to the far north, was finally reclaimed, and very quickly its population boomed as many hardy explorer types moved there, and many peoples thought dead, dwarves mostly, had managed to seal themselves in their mining communities and survive, continue living. The empress has paid a price, her soul gone, locked away, and she's stuck here, an arch-lich, unable to die naturally, watching everyone she knows and loves die around her.   Since that event, the society has reformed. Each nation is individual, holding its own military, but they are all allied, all share a table in Nightvale, as the conference of Valerick's Protectorate, and no nation has a standing military, hell no two or three nations do, to stand against the army of the metropolis city state of one million people.   Other changes include trade agreements and one continental wide law. Any sort of Abyssal magic or powers, if you do such a thing, you will be executed. Valerick will not risk this again.