Ziklaros

When the gods left, the world fell to ruin. Monsters of every plane scoured the earth, ravaging the peoples after the departure of their former masters, no longer bound to their control. In their moments of desperation, the kinfolk cried to the only bastions of power that remained - the primordials. Speakers of the elements themselves, tied neither to good nor evil, masters of the chaos of earth, fire, water and wind. The pleas of the kinfolk were heard, and the world was scorched asunder, upturned and washed anew. Little remains of the world before the Reshapening, only vast oceans and a small collection of populated isles. -----   The Isle of Veils has revealed itself once more. Hopefuls of all four domains unfurl their sails and journey towards the land behind the mist, known to all as the sacred ground most closely bound to the Primordials. Those that brave the challenges upon the blessed soil are imparted with gifts of the arcane, blessings from the mighty elementals themselves, to harness their power and wield it. Those who wear this blessing are destined for greatness unparalleled, from leaders to sages to conquerors.   You are a Hopeful. You've made the treacherous journey, planted your feet upon the soil, ready to change your life forever. What destinies lie before you? What perils hide just beyond the shadows? What fate do the primordials rest upon your shoulders? Time is short; it's best to hurry. Not everyone can become a Paragon, after all.