10 years ago, the land of Aezc was at peace. The goodly and kind peoples of the world, the elves and the humans and the dwarves and their allies had driven away many of the dark foes that once ravage the worlds, trapping them in a few inhospitable isolated lands. It was a time of peace and prosperity, but it could not last.
The Three Endings, Susavsha in the Lost Tongue came.
First there was the Savaging. The many great enemies locked away escaped, and this was paralleled in the mortal plane. Hordes of goblins, armies of drow, and swarms of orcs, and other, fouler beasts darkened the lands. Some places they ignored. Some they overran and pillaged. Some they took for themselves, some they attacked but could not conquer. Their reign seemed inevitable, but then came the Sundering.
Great ranges of mountains rose from the earth, while others collapsed as if they were never there. Seas dried up, new lakes appeared, and rivers changed their courses. For a while, no one knew if the terrain would change beneath their feet, but then there was a pause. It seemed the world would be safe at last, but the forces that had caused this were merely waiting to strike a final blow. The Shattering came.
First, magic inexplicably failed. Then, dead zones and places in which magic became unpredictable sprung up. The world was once more wracked by insane change, although on a smaller scale. Natural disasters, storms, floods, and fires struck. The earth itself split open. New mountains arose. But as people recovered, they noticed that these changes were different. A river flowed right over a chasm as if it was not there. The changes were also more local, not really being bigger then a new lone mountain or a small wood.
You wonder what will come next, as you look around the once fair town of Dawnsbury, and more specifically, you notice the great effect, greater then the other two combined the
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