In ages past, the lands of Atheles was a world filled with wonder, mythical creatures, and abundant magic. But long ago, all of that changed … A terrible war spanned the lands, a war fought not only with blood and souls of countless mortals, but with mystic machines of war, great mythical beasts, and powerful dark magics that ravaged the world. In the end, something happened that has been lost from human records, something that ended the Aradan War and left the world without magic. The magical creatures, and even those close to magic, like the fey, seemed to vanish from the world.
The old kingdoms crumbled, leaving behind city-states and large tracts of unclaimed lands. The survivors lived in darkness for years, and have spent the past seven centuries rebuilding what was left of their world. The lands were ravaged by famine and plagues for untold years and the humans have trudged along, afraid of the myths and legends of days long past.
In the East the land is harsh and twisted, the remnants of the dark sorcery that had been used in the Aradan War have left the lands almost uninhabitable, save for small pockets of civilization. In the West, in the wake of the plagues, people have become isolated and exclusive. Fear has driven people to be wary of anyone or anything new. Their superstitions have lead to witch hunts and lynching of those believed to still use magic. People have become so downtrodden that even their belief in higher powers has fallen to little more than lip service.
But all of that began to change in about 20 years back. Children started showing the ability to use magic … real magic. The elves started to come out of their forests with limited interactions with humans, and the dwarves began to trade again, traveling the roads, plying their mechanical and trade works. Now, whispers of growing dark powers, heroes, and a new dawn have begun to creep into this rain-soaked and gray world.
Here I hope to chronicle the events as this new age enters the world.