The New Age

A ripple races across the entire realm, leaving patches of plant life in various stages of decay and chaotic growth. Yet, even within those patches, some seem to be enduring through it, unaffected.

From this point forward, the world now knows the slow stages of breakdown from order, but also how to persist through it and endure regardless. Life now has limits, before the mortal coil gives out.

A strange tune is heard across the realm, which always seems to be echoing just barely within hearing range.

From this point forward, the world now knows the joy of music that speaks to the soul. But just as the music can touch the soul, it is now vulnerable to abnormalities. Both of these things have a way of diverting the very fabric of ones being, allowing a change to their destined paths.

An explosion of growth rippled through the land, turning what was once a small dense growth of trees into a spanning land of forest growth. Flora of all kinds grew from the earth until nothing else could be seen for miles. At it's center emanated a very primal energy, one whose strength was tied to the very earth itself. Anyone who spent time in the land could swear they felt themselves... Change, if only for a short while. Those that could already do so found their strength enhanced.   On this day, The Great Brookwood Forest came into being. And it its epicenter, a powerful Layline of Shapeshifting was bound to the land.

An intense wave of heat from the blistering sun overhead hit the lands, drying the earth to dust for miles around. The desert lands expanded greatly, as though clawing hands churned beneath the dunes, seeking to swallow the world whole. From the most desolate center of the harsh lands, a power clawed it's way forth from the earth.

On this day, The Anurach Desert came into being. At it's center, the Leyline of Insects towers over the land.

On this day, a furious dust storm rose out of the clear skies and the ferocity of it was one that had never been witnessed before, nor shall they every again. The tempest rose to an apex, threatening to tear apart the newly created world when suddenly the wind stopped. A thunderous roar emerged, with such force that it scattered the dust into the heavens and shook the land. And as quickly as it came, it disappeared without a trace.

A deep sound echoed through the earth below, heard all across the realm. It was as though the world itself were weary from it's birth and was ready for a much needed a rest.

From this point forward, cave systems began to work themselves through the land, and in that a sense of desire rose to explore them as well as all of the other facets life brought to the world. This brought a sense and need to come together to form communities to accomplish ones desires, for they could not all be found alone.

An intense rumbling shook the earth for what seemed like a lifetime, and the jagged teeth of the earth of the earth rose to reach for the sky. The area for miles became a vast mountain range, inhospitable to all but the most patient of creatures.

  On this day, The Jagged Peaks came into being. At it's center, the Leyline of Earth towers over the other peaks.

The earth began to shudder and extreme cold blew in as though from nowhere, bringing snow and harsh wintry winds. The ground split and sundered with pieces driving into one another, causing it tower towards the cold sky as if grasping for life. Mountains rose from the frozen lands for miles around, leaving the lands devastated and for only the most persistent of creatures.
On this day, the Frozen-Teeth mountain range came into being. At it's center, the Leyline of Winter stands out among the others in the range.

A rumbling from deep within the earth began, and the temperatures rose dramatically. The volcanic mountains spewed forth molten rock, and began to expand. Numerous other peaks began to rise, bursting forth with new magma from deep below. The fury of the earth spilled forth and wrought destruction upon the lands.

On this day, the Calamity Peaks volcanic mountain range came into being. At it's center, the Leyline of Fire bellowed from the earth.

The skies above darkened suddenly in the distance across the realm. A strange sound of rushing wind began to rise as the darkness began to spread, but as it neared, smaller winged creatures became visible. The dark wave crossed the sky, from one end to the other, for several minutes until the darkness subsided and left as quickly as it came.

From this point forward, the world understood the nature of travel and the need to roam the land. The winged creatures of the land, birds, migrated the world and the people devised how to create and use tools meant to hunt the creatures of the sky.

All of a sudden, a misty haze fell across the realm. All of those on the earth felt a strange feeling, as though they were floating on the clouds without a worry in the world. But as soon as it came, the feeling left, leaving all that had felt it with a slight throbbing headache.   From this point forward, the world knew the joys that come with dance and the feeling of a high while partaking in gifts of the world. The masses also learned of the voice of command, always keeping those below in line and teaching them their place.

A blinding flash was seen across the skies over the realm. Shortly after, a soft light fell from the sky as though a slight drizzle.

From this point forward, a current began to flow in the very sky itself as well as the ebbs and flows of time noticeable within the world.

The skies across the realms darken, covering it in dark heavy clouds. Heavy and torrential downpours fell all over the world, collecting in numerous places as lakes or starting river flows.

From this point forward, clouds have formed in the skies. Various forms of weather began to appear across the world. In the minds of others, ideas have begun to form, encouraging craft in all it's forms. Many lesser forms of life can be found in all corners of the realms.

On this day, the sky turned dark, the darkest it had ever been. Light itself seemed almost sucked into the darkness and it became thick, wrapping around the inhabitants of the world. While the sky was dark, a terrible shudder shook the realm and the earth groaned under the weight of that single moment. And the darkness slowly began to fade, as though it had never happened.

On this day, a strange storm rose across the skies of the realm. A storm that the world had never seen, nor would it ever again. As the darkened clouds rolled in, it began to rain. Only the rain was not of water, but blood instead. The roaring of the storm grew until it seemed a tempest was going to rip across the earth. And then suddenly it stopped as quickly as it had begun. In it's wake, numerous smaller lifeforms were found dead. And the source was nothing but a mystery to this day.