Master Timeline

The Shining silver meteor said to have once been one of the invincible Skycities of the Aurelian Hegemony of Man crashes into the center of the Numiastran Supercontinent and detonates inside the depths of its central Leyline Nexus, forever destroying and altering the physical and magical geography of Numiastra and beyond forever. With this calamity, Atlen, the mana of the world, becomes a limited resource coveted by mages and living beings alike as mass extinctions even rock the Numiastran Continent and the newly created outlying islands as well as the newly transmuted Black Desert of seemingly infinite Blackpowder.   For more information, see Broken Leylines and Circuitbleed.

The Great Magical Framework reaches its breaking point after centuries of Mage-Tyrants abusing what little Atlen remained across Numiasta during The Blackout and "disjoints" in the space around Numiastra, forever and indelibly breaking the way Magic works and leading to the Broken Leylines and Circuitbleed that plague the lands to this very day, though in the process magic settles and becomes usable once again, albeit irregularly.

The relative peace and silence of the age is forever broken as the undead hordes of the south which had been historically unwilling to accept centralized rule and had fallen to constant infighting and violence amongst each other since the time of the Skyfall Calamity are beaten and broken into line by a rising Vampiric God-Queen who leads them on a feast of cataclysmic proportions against the living creatures of the north who have been rebuilding in the "peace" of the age.

After a century of unchecked destruction, violence, and bloodshed on the living survivors of the northern lands of Numiastra by the Undead Hordes of the Vrykus Throne far to the south, the leader of the allied living forces who names himself Tavross oversees the completion of the great city of Lumisterra and, in a feat of scientific achievement felt across Numiastra and beyond, oversaw the creation of the first Iron Sun and ignited the ever-burning sun that hangs above the sprawling city of steel, creating the first ever safe haven from the forces of the Vrykus Throne beneath its radiant light.

Ending the seemingly invincible outward expansion and crusade of the Iron Empire, the trusted son and long-beloved right hand of Tavross, Lord Percival, betrays his father and liege for the embrace of his archrival Kali and her Vrykus Throne, plunging the Iron Empire into an age of rebellion and war from which it may never awaken. Turning brother against brother and human against human, Lord Percival sells out everything he once held dear and becomes a Dread Commander of the Vrykus Throne.

As the forces of the heretics under the Dread Commander Percival surround the Iron Empire's capital of Lumisterra, driven ever onwards by the insidious whispers of The Broodqueen at their backs, The Dread Commander engages his father atop the highest spires of Lumisterra, empowered by the Dark Powers and made into a being beyond comprehension, and is ultimately slain by his father in a duel so cataclysmic that the Iron Emperor himself is fatally wounded and falls into the Diesel Vats that power the city's Iron Sun after slaying his own corrupted child and once closest ally. With his death, the Iron Empire is saved and destroyed in equal measure - left leaderless even as the forces of the heretics scatter with the death of their leader.

In a miracle beyond mortal comprehension, the Iron Emperor himself, believed slain at the hands of his son Percival nearly a century prior, emerges from the Diesel Vats deep within the bowels of Lumisterra wholly and utterly changed - from his pores the first true Divine Diesel weeps like blood, within his limbs his bones now stand as divine steel, and from his head roars the eternal flame. Newly reborn and forever changed, he wastes little time reclaiming his throne and reconquering his own fragmenting empire...though those close to him call him forever changed by the experience in ways they dare not fully vocalize.

In an effort to deliver a deathblow to the rampaging forces of the Vrykus Throne warring in the eastern lands of his empire and to finally destroy all rebels and naysayers within his own ranks, Tavross orders the deployment of the now-infamous Atmospheric Incineration Lance during the waning hours of the Vrykus Throne's siege of the Hive City of Damnadon - incinerating a 50-mile patch of land in an instant and nearly igniting the entire planet's biosphere in an utterly overwhelming show of force that instantly sounds the death knell for the war and any rebels hoping to resist the newly reborn Diesel-God's autocratic rule.

A military disaster for the Iron Empire which would ultimately ends its dreams for a true Empire once and for all, the forces of the Iron Empire which had long been stretched to the breaking point with its expansion across the seas and beyond experience a crippling defeat by the forces of the Suzerainty of Ruatiwanga. Their forces encircled, outmaneuvered, and destroyed, the Iron Empire's defeat in the fields and seas surrounding Saganaoa put the final nail in the Empire's dreams of a globe-spanning empire, forcing all to realize what a fool's errand it truly was and forcing the Iron Empire to recognize the might of the Suzerain and his armies for the first time in history.

As the legendary Explorer Sir Hudson Wimbley leads an expedition into the Bluenail Forest that borders the furthestmost south-western edge of the empire's most distant corner, he is presumed lost for years until his expedition into the frozen forest at the edge of the world returns with the corpse of a truly unthinkable lifeform - a towering giant well over 60ft tall, resembling a humanoid with icy-blue skin and elephantine limbs. This "Leviathan of Wimbley" is interred in the Lumisterra Institute for Higher Learning as an object of absolute scientific wonderment that sparks an interest in the occult and the mysterious the world over, which continues even into the current day as all who bore witness to the mysterious giant suddenly wonder: just what might be lurking in the lightless corners of the world, unknown to man or science?