The armies of a new goddess of War and Ambition, Voyshka, press into the golden cities; their victory near assured. But after five years of war, nature itself rejected their victory.
The chronicle of Ghearas struggle through Rapture, and what happened thereafter.
The Golden Cities at their peak. Unprecedented in trade, military power, and cultural ascendancy, it almost seemed as if they would reign forever. Almost.
The armies of a new goddess of War and Ambition, Voyshka, press into the golden cities; their victory near assured. But after five years of war, nature itself rejected their victory.
The first years after rapture were ruled by uncertainty and interpolitical conflict, as Ghearas nearly tore itself apart as it tried, and almost failed, to adapt.
No one was truly prepared when a dissonant scream tore through all the sorcerers of the continent, those mages that are most directly connected to the weave. No one was prepared when the skies slowly ruptured into lightning and fire. No one was prepared when tsunamis and earthquakes slowly spread northwards from the deep south, changing the very face of the land. No one, that is, except for Ghearas. Due to concern for their own safety, they had kept their greatest wizards around the city rather than send them on campaign, and in a testimate to their skill they raised great walls of arcane energy that, while fully isolating the city, also protected it from what happened outside. They, at least, were safe.
A largely political revolt by the dissatisfied upper and middle classes that threw out the old Princes of Ghearas. It was a drawn-out, street-by-street battle, that finally saw the Princes surrender after five months of fighting.