Haveria Drakken Territories

Haveria used to be beautiful, so full of life. A continent of quickly evolving races and nature’s wonders.   The elves, emerging from the mists of the Fringes and beyond the mountains, bringing ther magical skills to the early races of Vedirium. Humans, dwarves, gnomes, and halfings, all living together trying to build lives worth living. Something greater than just the sum of their parts.   These races, the early settlers of Vedirium, began their work building cities and kingdoms trying to make sense of a world before only habited by gods, now strangely missing.   The blissful time of creation didn’t last for long.   One day the skies darkened and the stars dimmed before blinking out of existence. Then it rained fire, razing the fields and destroying the cities built with love. God-like creatures fell from the skies flying and destroying everything on their path.   Chaos ensued and many battles were fought but the peaceful folk of Vedirium couldn’t possibly win against such strength. Mortals cried for their gods, begged for those who had wandered the ground just decades and centuries ago to make themselves known again. But alas, it wasn’t meant to be.   These creatures, drakkens they became known as, enslaved Haveria turning it into their playground.   Slowly the beaten mortals forgot their history, forgot the alliances they had made with each other, the love and kinship, and succumbed to despair. There was nothing left of the beautiful continent.   The Drakken Era began.