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24 lines
No EOL
2.2 KiB
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_In the age before the Shattering, spirits and gods wove Vaelora's song.
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Then the darkness came, and the gods, in their final grief, sundered the heavens._
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_Bound by the Veil, the world lingers — a garden abandoned by the stars._
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_Here, the spirits rise from dust and sorrow,
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and forgotten powers await their awakening._
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Vaelora is a world sealed from the cosmos, cut adrift to preserve what little light remained when the stars began to die. Once, magic flowed freely, and the mighty Tul-Dar walked alongside the gods, raising wonders that blurred the line between art and miracle.
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But the darkening came, creeping from beyond the sky, consuming the heavens one by one. In a last act of defiance, the god-dragon Shenron and the final alliance of gods and mortals raised the Veil — a shroud of sacred power that locked Vaelora away from the corruption beyond. In doing so, they saved the world — but shattered it in the process.
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The Shattering tore mountains from their roots and boiled seas to mist. Continents sundered, skies broke, and magic itself fractured. In the silence that followed, the old empires crumbled into dust. The names of gods and heroes faded into myth.
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Now, a thousand years later, new realms rise amid ancient ruins. Spirits — born of place, thought, and memory — fill the void left by the fallen gods. They are worshiped, bargained with, or feared, shaping the few surviving traditions of magic.
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Three known continents anchor this broken world:
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- **[[Mentralin]]**, the heartland, fully explored, where temperate forests and eastern shores rich in trade contrast with the rugged western mountains.
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- **[[Anderon]]**, the frozen north, its southern coasts clutched by tyrannical lords in cold, wind-scoured cities.
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- **[[Al'Mahoun]]**, the eastern frontier, where sorcerer-kings rule desert empires and forgotten jungle civilizations cling to life beyond the burning sands.
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The relics of the [[Tul-Dar]] still lie hidden, dormant with lost power — remnants of an age when Vaelora's skies were open and unafraid.
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In this world where no soul may pass beyond, life, death, and spirit form an eternal cycle. The Veil holds strong — but in the deep places of the earth, old powers stir, and not all spirits dream kindly of the living. |