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The world is ancient. History is largely punctuated by a cataclysmic event. The death of God. The world was once great, and at peace. Technology, magic, culture, and religion was rapidly advancing under the rule of God and its heralds - the Shepherds. Kingdoms across vast oceans were connected by great sail ships. Cities spanned for miles. Monuments to God stretched as tall as the sky.

All of this came to an end when a guild of mages sought to kill God itself. They succeeded. The world came crumbling down. God's body, once holy, was now a rotting cadaver scattered across the realm. Festering chunks of flesh corrupted woods and lakes, giving birth to foul beasts - The Scions. The Shepherds went mad. Some fled, some sought revenge. Without their law and order empires began to crumble. The true failure of the mages was their lack of foresight - without God there was no magic as they knew it. So, with no Shepherds, no magic, and the world going mad - every, single, human kingdom fell. Humanity was brought near the edge of extinction.

Yet man is persistent. Scattered tribes band together. Ruins make ample foundations for a settlement. Settlements became villages, then towns, then cities. Soon humanity once more had a corner of the world carved out for themselves. The Cradle is home to what remains of civilization. Upon broken monument and sunken fort grows a new world. With scavenged goods and fresh hands man tills the land and raises new homes. The death of god was never the end - it was a fresh start. In a new age, in a new world, civilization prevails, man prevails, as always.

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