Westeria

The world of Westeria, A magical ancient world. a seat to humanity for more then 15,000 years, once unadulterated, then a ruin under the control of the greater demons, then saved with the help of forgotten heroes and turned over to the stewardship of the gods who decided to walk among mortals for the first time where peace and prosperity flourished for 5,000 years, kingdoms rose and fell slowly turning over to the rise of the 4 great nations and the lessers their under them. At this point the gods took a more passive role, choosing to walk amongst their people and disguise themselves, granting miracles and hearing prayers while the mortals made their own way in the world. This changed little more then a thousand years ago when the "Gods War" began, The humans of the Empire of Otros killed the god Malif God of Fortune and trade. They lured him to the border of the Droeya sultanate, along the coast near the old Jarls capital, to where shall forever be known as Malifs Horn. there they tricked him with a festival angered over bad crops and famine they blamed the god for their misfortune and upon reaching the festival they fed him massive amounts of ale and mead laced with poisons, drugs, and powders rumored to weaken even gods. after hours of carousing upon the god requesting the end of the festivities the large mob of people asked for one last cheer to his good health, upon which they revealed their treachery after surrounding him, drawing weapons made from the fangs and bones of The Kraken, a beast made by the gods rumored to be able to slay them, they ambushed and butchered the god, weakened and drugged he could do little to resist merely killing half the mob. the humans lied saying they were attacked and defended themselves the gods outraged at the death of one of their own began genocide on the mortals, the mortal realms rallied to defend themselves, And so began "The War of the Gods". almost a thousand years later the world is godless, the lands lush with magic, mortals bending the world to their wills. The line of heroes in the Empire has finally run out, the Sultanate Deluded and Dismal has began to hunger for things never meant to be had, the Kingdom of Skeodan longed for a fight to put them to use once more ever becoming more aggressive, the Elven lands of Wharia Urfa had receded and locked their borders, vowing to never again take part in the squabbles of petty races. The lands bleed, the oceans no longer rage and worrying signs have begun to appear over the fate of many as more and more become privy to the repercussions of their ancestors actions. Where will all this lead?