Ahciliz

  Years of battles against the relentless Warforged armies might have gone down in history, were it not for their final unthinkable effort to finally end the resistance of the living races. Upon yet another blood soaked battlefield, warriors from opposing sides took pause to gaze up as the sky itself broke. Barriers shattered, portals opened, and Tiamat herself finally broke through to take form in this plane. She did not arrive alone; countless elder dragons descended upon Faerun that day.
  The war would end, one way or another.
  Warriors on the ground continued to fight desperately against soldiers who could be dismantled but felt no pain. Sorcerers on the cliffs worked to reseal the other-worldly breaches and hold the dragons at bay. Clerics called out for whatever divine intervention the weakened Gods could provide.
  But it was all in vain for the realm of Faerun was to be lost. Realizing the war was lost, one commander, Eurfron, decided there was only one thing he could do to prevent all life and memory from being wiped off this planet. Using his last burst of energy, Eurfron reached out across the land and teleported as many heroes as he could...sending them to a far away realm where they would be safe from this calamity.
   
It's been five months since the calamity, although it's hard to tell if anyone kept perfect record of the time. The world we were transported to lacks all of the familiarity and most of the luxuries we were used to on Earth but it's had it's silver lining, however dull it might be. This world is still in one piece. We live in a pocket dimension rich in basic material. We remade what we needed but lack a vast amount of materials to better our quality of life.
  At first, it felt like a blessing to be whisked away from the coming apocalypse and dumped instead into a safe haven; a magical dimension. Our isolation has instead turned into a curse and our limited resources have forced us to re-evaluate and take risks to survive. Now, like our savior, we open portals of our own and seek whatever information and resources we can scrounge from other realms.
  The risk is high....for we were left with few who could twist magic the way our savior could. The only planes we can tap into are weakened and crumbling themselves and most of the time we are unable to tell how long the plane will last before it evaporates completely. Unfortunately, we've lost people that way. But the bravest still cross the portals to bring back valuable resources to sustain our own plane. We owe everything to these brave souls...these Planeswalkers.
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