The Drakenvelt
It has been seventeen thousand and fourty nine years since the Fall of Ser'Alun and a dark age fell across the land.
It has been an unknown period of time since the Great Elder Dragons went to war with each other. All that is known, is that in that time, great empires rose and fell, pitted against each other by the titantic clashes of these Elder Dragons and their brood-families.
It has been two thousand, three hundred and twelve years since the Dragons apportioned the world into ten individual personal feifdoms.
It has been one thousand, seven hundred and fiftynine years since the Gods of the Drakenvelt last walked among the mortal kind.
It has been one thousand, seven hundred and fifty years since the great elven Empire of Ser'Alun tore itself apart in a single decade of chaos and unchecked civil war.
It has been one thousand, seven hundred and thirty years since the first Dragonborne was seen in the world, wearing the colors of Mouyld the Green and dressed in Ser'Alunian armor.
It has been five hundred years since the Kingdom of Blackrift conquered the Greenwold, and four hundred and ninety since they were expelled once more.
It has been three hundred and twelve years since the Great Dragon
Mouyld the Green, the self proclaimed ruler of the Greenwold, has been seen - even though her presence is felt daily.
The people of the Greenwold are in a state of chaos, flux and fear.
Elven culture is all but gone - only a few scattered pockets of this once proud people remain, and those are will be gone within the next decade.
The Tanglebrier Forest grows out of control, twisted and dark. It poisons, twists and consumes all that lies before it. Deep in the Tanglebrier's heart, the Great Green Dragon who rules the Greenwold, slumbers contentedly as her mellinia long plans finally come to fruition.
The human cities of
The people of the Greenwold are in a state of chaos, flux and fear.
Elven culture is all but gone - only a few scattered pockets of this once proud people remain, and those are will be gone within the next decade.
The Tanglebrier Forest grows out of control, twisted and dark. It poisons, twists and consumes all that lies before it. Deep in the Tanglebrier's heart, the Great Green Dragon who rules the Greenwold, slumbers contentedly as her mellinia long plans finally come to fruition.
The human cities of
Greyhaven and Slew war amongst themselves while the dwarves of Stonefast look to the north as the kingdom of Blackrift renews its claims on the whole of The Greenwold.
Amidst all this chaos, a Star has fallen.
Streaking across the sky, from east to west, the star fell somewhere in
Amidst all this chaos, a Star has fallen.
Streaking across the sky, from east to west, the star fell somewhere in
The Great Sea, the island domain of the Elder Dragon, Lux the Red. Across multiple realms, regions and kingdoms, those who wish to claim the near-limitless power of the fallen star mobilize agents, allies and armies. There is nothing they will not do to ensure they control the star - for everyone knows that the person to claim a fallen star may shatter the status quo with a single Wish.