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~ “The lines in the stars weave a story… Our gods have abandoned us. The Bleak spreads through the Minds of man and beast. The Great Light, Lacreta has been stolen, the white halls of Cygnias left barren. The Dayless Morn’ has taken its toll. The message is clear, we are helpless.” ~
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The end of the Age of Immortals came quickly. The Great Light Lacreta was murdered sending man and beast into madness. The Dayless Morn' was an extended period of no sun or starlight. The world was black. The world feared that the gods had abandoned them, worst of all, their demigod children, rules of the world, turned on one another. Their battles left scars on the land that will likely never heal. The immortals murdered each other in a great war, and from this great bloodshed a force began to spread through Auriga, moving south: The Bleak.