The Great Archipelago

Day 19, The Month of High Cold, Year 1679 AE

Welcome to a land ruled by Men, Elves, and Dwarves. A great series of islands surrounded by a vast ocean filled with dragons, serpents, and great roaming storms ready to sink any vast armada. A world on the brink of another great war, perhaps to rival the last. Sit down ye adventurer and let me spin you the tale of The Great Archipelago. Almost half a Millennia ago a young king named Garoth Ulyssandra was one of the foremost minds in magic, a skilled sorcerer capable of calling awesome storms down to earth decimating armies cites or, anything in his path of conquest. Many years had passed, and in that time, he had conquered almost half the known world, yet the elves remained out of his reach. Their will indomitable and their magic beyond his own, fearing his own mortality Garoth set his sites on a larger prize than the elves; eternal life. Years passed until Garoth had finally come to his prize: Immortality and not that pesky way other sorcerers came about it. He had found a way that with elven blood he could avoid many of the issues that came about when going lich. So Garoth did what any emperor would do, he captured and enslaved elves for their blood, first only twenty but when the process proved fatal. He required more and more elves to fuel his lust. Eventually, the elven matron Gwinvere could ignore the slaughter no longer. She declared war on Garoth and the Wakeanian empire. A war that would last over 500 years; most of Gwinvere’s life, in the end, they were able to corner Garoth in his own throne room and put an end to the war, with one final treaty. Each major leader to play a role in the slaughter would lose that which she valued most. Gwinvere went first, severing her connecting to magic and the universe never able to tap into and manipulate the fabric of it anymore. Next went the four Dwarven kings each shaved their beards and cut off their hands so they could never again wield a hammer or a weapon. Lastly, Garoth laid down his life, his own son Dorian forced to remove his father’s head and destroy his phylactery. The Great Archipelago saw almost fifteen years of peace after hundreds of war, Emperor Dorian Ulyssandra has recently outlawed magic across his empire. Yet he has gone on to do something many thought impossible. Through unknown means, he has stifled magic across his continent claiming it to be an afront to the gods. Now, Dorian wishes to right the wrong of his father’s death and succeed where he had failed. To conquer the world and wipe out the elves once and for all. In the meantime, a small resistance force has cropped up in Bluehaven. Can you adventurer find and contact this group, gather powerful allies and forces to mount an attack on the Emperor, and put an end to his tyranny on magic?