Astoria has seen its fair share of wars, rebellions, revolutions; all of which helped determine borders, the attitudes and ideals of her many peoples, but none was more profound than The Desolation. The war of the Dragon Lordes had moved beyond the celestial plane to wreak havoc upon the denizens of Astoria. In the span of a week, the Eastern Isles, the Havens of Doloroth, and the Ironwood Kingdom were decimated by the warring gods. Dwarf, elf, human, and orc alike went up in flames; but elves and orcs suffered the worst of it. The ruined, forsaken lands regrew, but twisted, and now exist as the birthing grounds of monsters and creatures that do not bear mention; still haunted after over a thousand years have passed. Only the bravest, or perhaps foolish, of adventurers dare wander there.
The date upon which visitors from another plane of reality crash-landed on Astoria, setting into motion a chain of events that would forever change the course of history.