Vaorilia

14th day of Xendrus, 3467 AGE

Vaorilia has seen greatness, she has tasted the sweet sagas of heroes and villains across its history, and shes seen them all come crashing down under the fickle thumbs of Gods, and even now, it bares these scars proudly in memory of the children smote from her surface and continues on; Hungering for the legends of the ones who survived, and thrived, in the stream of chaos surrounding their home and brought themselves from the ashes of a God War with champions to call their own. The past may have been great, the legends mark deep, still visible even now in the monumental structures dotted across the land, but that is not where glory lies. No, these new children, born from the ashes of the God War, not the chosen, but the choosers of Gods, look forward. Aware that Vaorilia, and her Twin Suns, watch their actions intently. Be it in the far mountains, where the Tieflings and Warforged craft their legends in their floating cities, or in the deadly, anarchic Glass Wastes, where the laws of the world dance in and out of usage like silk in the wind, adventure is to be found here. Adventure is to be remembered here. Hopefully, the adventure will be enough. As the Twin Suns, the visible sign of magic in the world to those with the ability to use it - creating a less defined, mirrored sun following the first - records the actions to the world, they also sense the movement beyond. They knows that time, as unique as its movements are, has a tendency to repeat its favorite actions. The Suns, they fear what waits among the stars, and deep below their mother. They fear that the Towers they created, at the end of the Last God War will not be enough. They fear that the scars this time will be deep enough to kill Vaorilia herself. But push the fear aside, Brave Travelers, what is the worry of the Stars to one such as you. Make your mark, forge your legend, allow the world to remember you.