Ziruna Uletl

In the world-plane of Zirúna Ülétl, there are no gods and dragons.   In the nine-fold twelfth year of the nine-fold reign of our Lord, Gor-Rok the Alabaster King, the skies lay in twilight and stars began to fall from the sky. Every oracle and truth-sayer in Zirúna Ülétl, the world-city, proclaimed that the gods were displeased and heralded the coming of a great beast or warrior and the ending of an Age.   Welcome to Zirúna Ülétl, the great world-city we call home! Wondrous may its blessings be and great is its reach. It is here where everyone is welcome and where the strongest, the swiftest, the most cunning may prosper as is their right.   Lately, things have been going badly for our city, ever since the beginning of the eternal twilight and the sundering of heaven. Stars have fallen in their millions across the city and yet the sky neither brightens or darkens. The king has retired to his fortress-sanctuary and there are rumors of sedition and of the nine lords and untold blessed masters plotting to slay the king and obtain his unblemished mask. She who bears the mask after mortal combat will rule the city.   Already, alliances are made and broken as everyone from the greatest of lords and masters to the lowliest initiate have gotten caught up in the fever and madness with roving gangs engaging in fights across streets and districts. The trees and bushes that line the avenues and waterways grow sickly and bear thorns of considerable sharpness. The waterways, once crystal clear and sparkling, now run red as the denizens of the deep passageways feast on the torrents of crimson rain from above.   Hail, O Great Masters! Are you willing or able to take part in this madness? To rise and rule all that you see? Will you stand the test of time and solve the riddle of steel?