Valjeta

in Hallowed Legacy

Once, we were the masters of magic. Sorcerers held sway over empires and elements so much so they began to think themselves gods. This mistake would cost us everything.   The sorcerers of ancient days reached into dark and terrible places far beyond the borders of our world. They believed themselves to be communicating with gods or tapping in to unclaimed power. They were wrong. Cults grew dreadful in their power but it was dark contracts with entities beyond our comprehension that granted this power. And eventually, they would come to collect the price.   The spark that ignited the fires of the Turmoil is unknown, but my theory, and that of many other scholars, is that one sorcerer or another broke the contract with the wrong demon. Or perhaps they stole too much power and lost all control of it. Regardless, the upheaval ripped the world asunder. Like the great wave that sweeps the shore, crushing all in its wake, magic erupted across the world.   The empires that fell in those years took their knowledge and advancements with them. Only Gehnnia, sleeping giant, survived the Turmoil in tact. Every other kingdom and empire had to rebuild from the ashes.   As beasts roamed the land and magic ruled unchecked, masterless, and unfettered, the nights grew longer and darker. As our sun died, the people of the world at once witnessed the all-consuming love the Solar Titan had for us. Though we were wholly undeserving, he spoke his love for us and poured his own essence into the star and fed it with his blood. His sacrifice brought daylight back to the world.   Now, many centuries later, people are reclaiming the knowledge of our past. Though many kingdoms are mere shadows of their former glory. From the rolling sands of Sitaar to the green groves of Prasinos, trade prospers, empires are on the rise, and even some dare to dabble in magic again. And, as always, there is war.