Dying Embers

"The stars. You should gaze upon them in the sky, when the sun has fallen from its everlasting dance and the world, for a moment, is swept in darkness. Look hard and long at them, for some say they are fading and like us, like our very world, they too will fade and die."  

Court Astronomer, Heinrich Ezelwald to his son, the future Elector-Prince of Severon, year 429.

It is the 6th century of the Commonwealth Reckoning and for two hundred years, the world has been dying. While some chose to deny it and scream in their unending denial against this fact, these are little more than the last writhing actions of maggot, clinging to a corpse that has so long granted them sustenance.   Once there was order and progress, once glittering spires, high walls and proud warriors kept the corruption at bay and safe-guarded their people, yet now the spires have fallen, the high walls crumbled and the people, once innocent and kind, now cling only to life through doubt, distrust and suspicion.   The 6th century has heralded an age of suffering, death and decay, where the once roaring flames of hope stood strong. To live in these darkened times is a matter of hardship, it is to be lorded over by blood-stained tyrants, allured by enigmatic fiends and scrutinized, even by those who would claim to hold the flickering light of order. Our story begins in these times, when the fires of hope have long been extinguished and now only its Dying Embers remain.