Finding Homes and Re-building.

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The world of Alturis was founded by the survivors of the Bastion and, as the sun rose once again after 3 long years, the people of this new world came together and began to rebuild from remnants of their old homes and new shells of towns that once were.   There was hope and peace... but not all would emerged from this era without some degree of tragedy.   This era established the key cities in Alturis, specifically the Elected States and Freyfrost... though this was before the days of civil unrest and tension.

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The world began to rebuild and people, after three long years, could once more find their homes.  

• Many stayed in the Bastion and transformed it into King's Bay 
• The hardier giant-kin and cold climate Dragonborns returned to the Mammoth Peaks with brief visions of a home there. When they reached the rubble of an apparently once great city they set to rebuilding it in spite of the giants, remorhaz and worms descending from the mountains. This group should have been wiped out by those odds... and yet, they were blessed by The Duskmother and so were given 5 days in which they could build walls, work hard and establish their small hamlet with protections without fear of destruction at the hands of the monsters. By the time the 5 days were up, the people of Freydusk had established themselves as fighters who would fight to never lose their home again. 
• Many Elves took the books from The Spire of Knowledge (with permission) and went East to an Elven city with a single standing library amidst the death and rubble. There they channeled their arcane intellect, their desire for culture and their own grace into a city of floating quarters, bridges and a space where the air is shaped to be a mode of transportation. Though the Elves have a long life and most still remember the terrors of the Dread King's reign as though it was yesterday, most elves were mere children at 30 years old during this time and have forgotten it apart from vague sensations, though the rife PTSD and traumatic memory's from that reign are especially prevalent in the Elves who played the biggest parts in battling the Dread King. Though, it took years, the city soon began to take the unique shape and beauty of A'mlon. 
• The miners and crafters left in the Bastion could almost smell how rich in minerals The Blackstone Peaks were and decided to follow the dreams of Dwarves, they wouldn't live inside a mountain, or apart from it, no. The people of Blackstone gave their all into carving a city from the rock of the mountain itself, forming the city on the mountain ranges and being made from it... becoming one of the most industrial and ingenious city's to grace Alturis. 

Though this time represented hope for many races, for few it spelt disaster.  The Fellblades, guided by the one now called the The Fell King  couldn't settle and find a peaceful home, such was their trauma and shame during the battle of the Bastion. Many chose to join the causes of heroes and adventurers whilst just as many chose crime and murder as their new causes... this resulted in the Fellking, the blind son of the former leader of the Fellblades, taking his small army and wiping out his own to stamp his authority on them. It is rumoured that in the space of a few years, the Fellking single handedly killed over 400 goblin kin on his mission to unite the remaining Fellblades... The Fellking claimed the reason for this 'removal of deadwood' was advise he was given once by Drahz Grymhook that 'you have to thin a herd to have the strongest animals'.  After years of fighting, the Fellblades found a new purpose as survivors, hunters and mercenaries, not knowing that in decades time they will be setting themselves against the rest of Alturis once more.    The three surviving chiefs of Orc Clans found their own spaces and built homes for themselves, naming their groups The Horde that consisted of Utrunks, Yurshis and Dundox.  Finally, and most tragic of all, the Firbolgs. Desperate to find a home and not be forced to a life of wandering and loneliness the Firbolgs returned to their once homely town of Fallrock, not aware of the madness and monsters that now owned the space. The Firbolgs were near wiped out and scattered in trying to find a home in Fallrock and were once more turned into a wandering race of nomads with no true home, or they chose to die finding a home in Fallrock. This has left Firbolgs as a near extinct race that are ALWAYS a symbol of curiousity.